On a Sunday Morning by SarahCatherinez, literature
Literature
On a Sunday Morning
On a Sunday morning
Laying between cold sheets
Wake up with the
Warmth of coffee
Dreams concluded
For just another day
On a Sunday morning
Rise from the mattress
Pace the hardwood floor
Rub the weary eyes
With clammy hands
Heavy breathing
At the kitchen table
On a Sunday morning
Fake a lipstick smile
In blood red
Hair in curlers
And waterproof mascara
Fill the lungs
With nervous air
On a Sunday morning
Behind the steering wheel
No passengers
Pale white knuckles
Misty blue eyes
Like the fog
Of the young day
On a Sunday morning
Knees buckle
And feet shuffle
Toward the tall church doors
Under stained glass
Hold the brass knob
Slowly open