Bathroom ablutions,
my face pink from hot
water
as I dab the heat from
my eyes.
The mirror has steamed
up
despite the heat of the
night;
his late arrival from
band practice
timed for me to be long
abed
but I waited up.
Hot tea and digestive
biscuits,
late night American
sit-coms.
He slips off his
clothes,
drops them in the
laundry
“Hurry up with the
sink.”
I see the lipstick
stain,
Ruby Red, smeared
across
one collarbone
as she slid to one
side.
I don't look down.
I don't want to see his
flaccid cock
that hasn't touched me
in more months
than I can count
Sundays.
“All yours.”
I slip into bed, trying
not to imagine
what she looks like.
A younger me?
I reach for a book
and hear the shower
start up.
Image: Grinding the Rails 2016 by Rachel Green. oil on canvas board 89mm x 63mm £35 free postage
3 comments:
AS always - dear friend - so perfect! So right on the nail! So - you!!
Thanks Aims :)
Wow...really powerful. Xxx
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