"A Teal Toothbrush" by Lilly Purdon

He left his toothbrush on my sink— a reminder so slight, yet it haunts me as surely as his touch. I pointed it out, as if I wished to free myself of it; he smiled as he walked out my door, and chained me with his leaving it there. And I, a fool to my own heart, left my razor in his bathroom— a blade as sharp as he sees me, as useless as hope, bound to rust with the hours wasted. ————————————– Lilly Purdon called us from Miami, FL. voicemailpoems.org/submit/ facebook.com/voicemailpoems x.com/voicemailpoems bsky.app/profile/voicemailpoems.bsky.social instagram.com/voicemailpoems