The Morning After Fight

I’m hollowed out

Filled with hollow bones.

I just want to feel nothing

Even though all I feel is everything

Replaying, replaying, replay again and again

Damn! Please stop

In my head I am stuck

So pinned hard to the dense ground.

Tell me, if that ever happens again

How am I to live with myself?

Even now what am I supposed to do?

I’m so alone now and I’m not okay.

Questioning questions on top of top.

Waking up with bright sunshine and groggy eyes.

Stepping slowly to the kitchen,

Standing there twirling my spoon in my coffee

While staring off into a blurry abyss.

This is it.