Cracked lips and dry mouth
Eyes almost swollen shut
Head pulsating agony
With every beat of my heart
The room spins, the floor moves
Drifting in and out
Of sweet unconsciousness
The carpet is littered
A beach of washed up jewels
The couch an island
A world of horrific transgressions
Channel surfing through my brain
I stopper another
This world…
Could be…
Should be…
So much better.
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