Foot of the bed and in a ball, unclothed.
Daring myself to get up.
Get up and go on.
Strike me a deal and give me terms.
Write off the note I'd penned for you last night to read when I'm gone. So, come on and do your worst and I'll give my best last day. Everything all in.
Past efforts aside.
No bailing out.
Loose ends tied up.
At least as tight as they'll go.
Crying out to the living with a voice that is so sure and yet doesn't know New dawn, new bloodied nose.
What time did we go till last night?
Into the mirror there's a boy looking back who has given up his fight. With fur on the teeth.
Which fucking toothbrush is mine?
For one that lives alone you sure have guests come all the time.
Not goodbye but see you later.
Not goodbye.
