The next morning

—and the next morning will come

phone fully charged

maybe my mom will cry

maybe my dad will not


and the next morning will come

yellow bird on my pane

she'll chip at the paint

like she always does

but this time,

I won't feed her my bread


and the next morning

will come

tap won't be fixed

water will keep dripping

every 3 seconds


and the next     morning

will

come, but it's not

today          tomorrow          or the day after


staring at my ceiling

I have convinced myself enough

the bird will come soon

I'll go get some bread for her

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  1. DeeOctober 7, 2025 at 8:58 PM

    Let's trade minds cuz this piece is beautiful. 🩷🫶🏼

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