EC Prompt: Sadness

A prompt that I took a jab at for my writing circle.

When your alarm screamed for attention, you had no eyelids.

The world, as is, today then.

Your head hangs, gallows low, in a staring contest

with the shower drain, puddles and gutters.

Tongue a sloven slurry of lukewarm paper mache,

staining your teeth with your own, rotting opinions.

Legions of soldiers, side by side, on their backs

in your veins, what a waste of a war.

No blinking, now, or you’ll miss it.

Every face in the street, just like the one,

who used the juices of your core,

to cleanse their palate.