The Morning After
It’s always an awkward time. You wake up disoriented, hungover stumbling around trying to find clothes to cover your body. You start to wonder if anybody in the house knows about the night you just had. I too find myself in these situations pretty often; tiptoeing around trying to be sure not to wake anybody. I try to hide and get rid of all the scandalous evidence. I usually get up early to dispose of everything, the tissues from crying, the blade I used to cut my skin, the blood-soaked sheets. Like most people, I try to pretend like nothing happened. I would carry on throughout my day like normal, getting things done, running errands. The worst part of it all is when you run into them and it usually happens when you least expect it. The silence, the awkward eye contact and of course all the memories come flooding back. I go into the bathroom and there she is, in the mirror staring back at me. And, as toxic as this “relationship” is I just can’t seem to get away. I can only stand here and hope that one day I will be freed from this vicious cycle, but until then…let’s do it again sometime.
