• Ash

Morning Routine

from 'Woman'

In the mornings, I scrunch at my hair,

and my fingers tangle between the knots.

And as I tug, I calmly assure myself:

You've got some work to do.


I pull my eyelids down, over my cheeks,

and for a moment, the circles disappear.

It's an attempt to keep my eyes open.

They could close forever.


The water stings at first, like all new starts do.

The cold shoots through every nerve.

Then, the worries rinse and drain away,

as I spit out the bad taste of yesterday.


I lay out the law with my reflection,

and I notice the cracks in the mirror,

gambling between specks of toothpaste.

I wonder, how haven't I noticed these before?


The cracks line up as scars on her skin,

as she dances with the wolves within.

She welcomes the day, but she doesn't have to face it.

She's a lifeless soul, completely misplaced here.


I pull my eyelids down, over my cheeks,

and for a moment, my world disappears.

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