The vestige of yesterday’s anger
rests uneasy in the morning calm
- a bloodstain on the bar room floor.
Awkward silence stresses the breakfast table -
the tell-tale scars
of word inflicted wounds, unbandaged.
Her one night stand
lingers on, unapologetically
snuffing out embryonic loves.
© Sheila Ash, 2018
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