Colorful morning

A burst of colors on the plate

An explosion of flavors on the tongue

A perfect combination for a Saturday morning

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Poison Bottles

You break the bottle without a drop of alcohol staining the carpet

Laughs, giggles, smirks, dumb sentence follows your lips

Blood flow increases, my eyes narrow, clinched, ready

An act of a lifetime starts, swooping down to steal my anger

And like always I look the other way

And the next morning when I wake up alone

I ask myself

What’s worse, the fact she breaks wine bottles without a drop,

Or the fact that she’s so far gone?

Either way my carpet isn’t getting destroyed, but I am

Whether I know it or not, slowly, each drop, each sip…

Drown Town

The rain patters against the window

The wind bringing new sounds to the old house

A lazy sigh echoes through the house

A slow leak in the bedroom roof starts

Footsteps approach the rainy bedroom

He sees a puddle on his bed

The cold wet puddle suffocates the quilt

The quilt she had made for them

Nothing mattered now

The house was old and breaking down to the core

She was told he lost the fire for her

The bed can drown, the house can drown

As the storm grew stronger

He contemplated if he could ever get his house back to normal