Making Up
Waking up in the morning
on the wrong side,
Dyspeptic outbursts spat out
like daggers meant to maim.
A cacophony of chaos ensues,
radio-reactive poisoning.
A large serving of remorse
for breakfast, the only antidote.
Sleeping on the couch
still on the wrong side,
Silent compunctions wafting
through the atmosphere, thick
enough to cut with a knife.
A failed attempt at damage control,
bringing out the big dogs.
Actions speak louder than words.
Make-up sex the healing balm.
The Cosmic Poet 
A large serving of remorse
for breakfast, the only antidote.
Been there often
I sleep in the middle now, as a result I haven’t had an argument in years…
I see…but the making up makes sleeping on the wrong side so much fun 😉
haha yes sometimes that helps very much…and letting go our own egos as well…letting the walls down and not letting the fight steal our lives…
i like the cacophony of chaos, and that the toxic relationship is so bad,i it’s radioactive. –>>
i think i saw this scene in some movie 😉
epideictic rhetoric
failed attempt at damage control
well said, well said indeed
I’ve been having lumberjack helpings of everything but the last line lately..will get better eventually..love the start to this.
“Like daggers meant to maim” so true, so true. Nicely done.
Good from beginning to end.
I could relate so well to this.
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Make up sex is well worth the occasional wrong side
Yes I must agree 🙂