Liar’s Smile: a Poem
Retching into the toilet
Bile burning
Searing my throat as it pumps up
Splashing down to join the rest of the night’s festivities
Cleaning up (myself, my apartment, my life)
I wonder what it would be like
Thoughts stir and brew
Like the coffee I’ll have to bring my head around
I should end this
Start fresh, a clean slate
No more nights unremembered
No more deeds unintended
I look back at the beer can in my hand
And my gaze drifts past it to the mirror
Hanging there
Waiting
The figure I see there looks back
Then cracks the liar’s smile
He can’t really be me
Can he?
