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the day after

by Emily G Myers

half dyed hair
half down my back
mascara in flakes
under my eyes
what color?
sickness-cracked lips
& concealer-dotted skin
bruises on my arms
from the needles
dried blood on my legs
from soap & water shaving

the constant mystery
of the eyes of me
what color?
yesterday?
today?
red

don't think this isn't slowing killing me

& you don't have to worry

I didn't look pretty today anyway

04/16/2003

Posted on 04/16/2003
Copyright © 2024 Emily G Myers

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/16/03 at 10:42 PM

sounds like a crazy night gave birth to this day after. you paint a tragic vivid portrait

Posted by Mara Meade on 04/21/03 at 07:13 PM

Oh.... so may situations I can read into this poem... this is a fine piece that must have been difficult to write....

Posted by Charles J Hannan on 04/22/03 at 06:44 AM

You captured an uplifting feeling...kinda reborn...I like.

Posted by Stuart Shilton on 01/07/11 at 09:52 PM

the last lines absolutely kill me this is very good

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