a poem: in the morning

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this is my attempt at something a little more traditional ... to be perfectly honest, i'm not sure how i feel about it just yet but i'll let it sit a while. poetry is HARD.

I N   T H E   M O R N I N G

we emerge in the morning

from our cotton cocoon.
misshapen and distant,
spines upright too soon.

i peek out, hazy eyed -
from black spike corolla lashes,
fossil-old mascara dried.

you speak out, lazy mouthed -
our once bright expectations
now damp, fire doused.

fingers laced behind backs,
we promise to phone.
then finally go back to being alone.

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happy friday,
beth x
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