Vase

Dried and brown they plip plop onto the dresser.

A memory of the pink and red they were just days before

plip

the water as brown as the petals, stalk slime and smell

plop

curtains closed to block the sun

stale sweat pervades the nostrils

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clothes flung on floor in almost tidy messiness

dirty, and clean, intermingling on the cold lino

plop

breasts sag to either side on the prone body

fat folds hanging like grey curtains

sheet covering the cellulite and dirt

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empty bottles strewn on the bed

liquid spilled on pillow

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Loud snores suddenly rock the room

fat wobbles and waves as it turns

bottles rock and roll then tip onto the floor with a loud clunk

spilling their dregs onto a pair of slippers

plip

Dried and brown the last petal plip plops onto the dresser

Silence

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