After the Party – Poem by Me

Candle wicks charred at the bottom
of the trash can, a cake missing a 

large chunk of its body put back
in the fridge, and balloons starting

to droop, no longer brushing against
the ceiling, but awkwardly bobbing

in the center of the room. 
If anyone brought flowers, they'll be

wilting in the morning. Remember how
you feel when you crawl into bed that night.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! It’s reminiscent of birthdays/holidays in general. No matter how good or bad a celebration is, there’s always a weird feeling hanging in the air towards the end of the day. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there 🙂



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