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Art By Aaron Perry www.aaronleeperry.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another morning ruined.

Stale mouth and sweat

Puking

Cringing

Memories flashing great atrocities.

 

In a sick aggressive nature

I seek more.

 

 

 

 

6 Comments

  1. colin chatburn Reply

    spot on gabe,how many mornings just like that(a scary number)enjoyed that

    • Gabriel Rheaume Reply

      Thank you very much, Colin. I almost started the poem with, “How many mornings?” But I changed it to seem more in-the-moment. Thanks for commenting.

  2. Very succinct and relate-able. I never want to have another morning like that.

  3. Cassandra or gowithhp Reply

    Gabriel, I can see it, feel it, taste it and cringe because it describes so well what it was like when I was drinking. You are indeed a master of words. I never ever want to experience that again. I totally agree with both you and Julie. The poem started and ended on the perfect note.

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