Read Poem: The Morning After pt.1, by Laye The Writer

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*walks back in the other room*

Soooo look slim tell me how you/we got here
I ain’t mad nor will I judge
Just need to get this crystal clear
Looking her way but she wont budge
Excuse me I asked you a question
Can you please answer me
Because now I’m scared
Next thing I know she holds up her hand like pause
Grabs some paper and pen then writes Confession
Confession what can this be
She writes I’m deaf and I drove
Bringing me home what was your cause
She writes I watched from the corner as you would drink
Puzzled as hell I inch to the door
She writes I’m sorry but it’s not what you think
My hand is close and she drops to the floor
Not really sure what I should do
But my mind is telling me “GetOut”
I head back towards the entrance but…

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