Shiftside

Woke up this morning after dreams of unsolved arguments.
Stood up and found that the floor was bent.
Stumbled my way to the shower,
Then shaved looking sideways at the mirror,
My left side was left uncared,
So I wade through the day keeping it out of sight.

out of mind?

There the skin is ill-fitting, a second hand dress found in an abandoned building.
Untold and unwanted, unfixed and unliked.
Brought out of depth by a lopsided morning.
This is my hidden, my shiftside.