Wake up
Too much fluorescent light
The first moments of reality crawl into existence
Pain
The first feeling of today
Sit up and massage the kink out of my neck
Can't massage the kink out of my chest.
Deep breath,
stale air
taste of tobacco
Find the way to the faucet
Through the mazes of bodies and bunks
Try not to get lost
Toothpaste goes on toothbrush
Colgate, Minty fresh
Spit out the foam and frustration
The water, cold
The sink, stainless
Reflection staring back
Splash
Tears and tap water
Their tears, not mine
Can't wash the anguish from my fingertips.
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Mornings Say it All
Davontae Pariani