The Morning After: Edit

I wash the smoke from my hair
And feel the drunken smile
Smeared into my lipstick
Be dragged away
Bit by bit
With each
And every
Hot,
Heavy,
Drop.

Guilt and mascara stream down my face
And sting my eyes
-I watch them swirl down the drain.

I scrub my skin red
Eliminating every inch of him from my flesh
Still feeling his hands on my arm.
With each
And every
Hot,
Heavy,
Drop.

I close my eyes and swirl down the drain.