Freeform № 1

In the bathroom mirror he stared.

He grinned, lifting a small paper cup

with red eyes and drowning light.

In choking light, he smiled.

Take a gulp, my friend.

In the bathroom mirror he gulped.

And he stared. A toast.

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Tom Littrell

Tom Littrell

🍒 Moved my writing to tomlittrell.com

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