there is a bitterness in me,
like the aftertaste of alcohol,
my throat dry, a scratch —
i look in the mirror
and paint wings on my eyes,
i make my lips maroon
i shut my mouth tight,
A shadow behind my vision,
every strand of hair a snake.
the morning after
- Niuni Piyapthi
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