Realism

Hungover.

Heart beating,

Head pounding

One pill, then two,

Down my throat with a glass of water.

My insides decompose

As if someone slipped toxic acid into my drink

The night before

I can’t think

I can’t sleep.

I pull my sheets over my head,

The light filtering in between the cracks in the blinds

Burns against my squinting eyes

I turn over

I’ve slept for hours but I’m so tired.

My knees against my chest

Breathing heavily
Curled up against the harshness daybreak

The busy city outside my window

Blares in my sensitive ears.

There’s a rattling in my skull

The beeping of an alarm clock

I pry my aching body out of bed

Into the shower

Wash away the pain.

Sunglasses on

Car radio off

Head pounding,

Heart beating

Hungover.