this morning #705.

this morning, there was surely still something kind left behind her tired, aging eyes. she was searching for it herself as she scrubbed clean the prior evening’s lack of sleep, standing at the sink running her morning mantra through her head. serenity now. SERENITY NOW. she couldn’t remember where she’d first heard the phrase but it’d somehow stuck. was it something they’d said at one of those fucking AA meetings she used to go to? decades of scraping at scraps had left her memory barely intact. regardless of that, her rage had barely changed. it was going to take more than morning mantras to make that go away. for now though, those words were all that she had.