The perfume I wore last night still lingers on my clothes and skin. How good it smelt when I put it on but now it makes me feel unclean. The cigarette I smoked last night went down so smooth with gin. It was more refreshing than the air I breathed but now there are holes in my skirt where its ash has been. The guy I kissed last night scratched me with the stubble on his chin. Seemed so handsome in the moonlight but now I've thrown his number in the bin. The bed I slept in last night felt like a cloud when I got in. Seemed so comfy when I laid down but now the state of it looks maudlin. The silk dress I wore last night fit so well when I put it on. Snatched my waist so tight but now it looks like a pile of cheap nylon. The way things were before last night I used to wish those times would last forever. So much hope and promise to let go of but now I wish I don't even remember.
From the upcoming collection of poetry ‘Urban Comforts’ | © Sayde Scarlett 2025/2026
