All at once, it hits me like a nightmare,
And I’m stuck half awake and catastrophically disoriented.
I force my eyes to let in the sun that has balanced its self perfectly on the eastern horizon,
There’s a raw taste of iron dripping off the roof of my mouth,
and my lips are so dry that I’m terrified they’ll rip open as soon as I part them,
I don’t remember what occurred 12 hours ago,
when everything was twice as blurred as it is now.
I stand up and try to find my balance,
but it seems my legs have given up on the task I put upon them.
So I reach over with my left hand to grasp the couch in which I found myself on,
Failing several times before I finally find the stability I was hoping for.
There’s a loss of motion that falls across my body for several minutes,
And it takes more thought process then it normally should to jump start my nerves,
I feel completely numb, swollen from head to toe, and ridiculously stupid.
After I have found my bearings and started off in the right direction it doesn’t take long
For me to lose everything I had consumed within the last 24 hours.
Now I am sweating, and shaking as if the ground underneath my knees is falling apart.
I put both hands onto the cold porcelain that has engulfed my head,
And brace myself for the loss of fluids that’s about to make my entire upper body convulse.
About an hour passes, and I don’t feel much better.
My Knees are still stuck to linoleum and the taste of iron has been replaced
With a very sour and unpleasant flavour.
Maybe this time I will learn my lesson, or maybe next time I won’t wake up… |
Submission Name: Hung Like A Stud Buggie
