Beans of Betrayal

The blaring alarm screams in agony as the throbbing brain beats in symphony. 

Windows illuminate a yellow haze while the curtains wave the new day

hello.

Long legs slither out from layers of fuzz as the body sags and drags behind them. Eyelids glued shut by subconscious sobs brought in slumber. 

Sleepily, she pries the starched shirt from the drawer that fails to close. 

Tightly woven, bleached fibers stretch over her golden strands sliding

down her slim frame.

Morning skinniness creates a curve that the eyes do not recognize. Gratitude flows throughout, 

from her scalp 

to the tips of her toes.

Confidence— 

the untouched camisole mimicked her skin.

Jarring white hues illuminate her oceanic eyes. The captivating human canvas enhanced by the concealing

hug.

Brightness grows from the windows and burns her internally as she blinks. 

Strutting, sipping, smiling,

sweet liquid warms her soul as taste buds dance gleefully. 

One wrong bounce. Brown goodness drips as slips from the lid, dismantling the essence of what she once thought was beautiful. The article that once hung, longing for touch.

Now never to be seen as flawless.

Washing and scrubbing. Dish soap and detergent.

Each stitch holding onto the stain as if it was a distant 

memory. 

She would wear the not so blank cloth for it reminded her of her favorite drink and the day it betrayed her. 

Although the wounds do not reflect it’s past uniformed perfection,

the white tee was now one of a kind. Never to be like another again