"unplanned parenthood"

another sunrise spills onto the pavement, the echo of last night still humming in your bones. the city's quiet now, just the hum of distant traffic, a final breath before the world wakes up. you can almost taste the lingering smoke, a faded memory clinging to worn fabric.

some nights just spill into days, an unraveling of good intentions and bad decisions, leaving behind a bittersweet silhouette beneath a sky turning violet.

filed under: the morning after.