drunk

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I inhale my first breath of consciousness.
The air comes easy;
my wits are slow to follow.

Memory fails me: last night never happened
and today has come too soon, why?

I’m lying naked under thin sheets–
found my clothes lying heaped against the wall; they are lifeless and reticent.

The vomit in the hallway is the same upon my cheek.
I clear it up quickly and quietly, before anyone can spot me,
but the stink is heavy,
and the carpet is stained.

I stumble back to my room, choking and gagging
on the thought that I might have done this,
and I realize that I do not know what I have done.

I was drunk.

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=D>

Very Good.

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thanks Gobbo

that’s exactly the way it was when I woke up that morning, in my college dorm no less : /

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I’ve definitely been there :smiley:

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Cumin is, I’m told, a good thing to rub on the carpet to counter the smell of vomit. So I’ve heard.

Neat poem. Could probably do with one more piece of visual action. Just a suggestion.

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thanks for the suggestions siatd, an extra visual would definitely enhance the work

hopefully I can pass this on, having only heard that it works, and avoid a situation where I might be inclined to try it : )

thanks