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Peachy By Leila Biggs

Writer's picture: Tin Can PoetryTin Can Poetry

Shedding a stop on the orange line

Cut my walk to work down by a quarter of an hour

Cooking my food with my own two eyes,

None peering over my shoulder,

Turn the fan on, stop stirring, keep an eye on it.

Shower at 1am, just because I can.

Don't interrupt me, you can’t. Ha.

I know I didn’t sleep much last night

I came in late, stumbling to the fridge,

Making friends in the early hours.

I’ll deal with the consequences, facing my own demise,

Except now without your taunts and poking.

I bruise like a peach so it hurts for a while,

Your dirty fingernails pressing, hard, into me

Now, I wake with a soft exterior.

These small niceties, small pleasures,

It’s not much, but it’s mine.

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