like a rock in your shoe, there it is
that daily reminder that what was, wasn't
a sore elbow that flashes of ugly declarations
or a sting during that morning piss that resonates of bad judgment
it's that reckoning of lost morals slapping you with you
the ink in your dream water
the hair in your cereal's milk
this scar on your face, it's a tell
that longed look of the vibrating worries
others sense there proximity to loose teeth
or smell shit buried under the carefully plotted words from you, the liar
it's the whiskey's wish for you to stay at this laundry matt
the ghost that makes your eyes puffy
the "L" name in your cell phone
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