Spiraling (Poetry)

My toothbrush tasted of gin this morning
The cup I picked up, like whiskey
Empty bottles lining empty shelves
Only bread in the fridge

Voice horse from silence
Floors gritty with negligence
And a post-it written in faded care
“Don’t forget the bins!”
        ~ Sarah Heard, 2019

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