[sometimes days can't get much worse]

i wake up doomed.
eyes puffy from too much drinking
not enough sleep
and here i am awake at 2pm
on a saturday.

i can't imagine it any other way.
where i'm lost in tile floors
and porcelain gods.

i start crying
not because i need to
but because it feels right
and sometimes my eyes
are storing too much
salt
for their own good

and i stain shirt and shirt
and my sheets are flooded

i call for mops
and buckets

and i wonder what went right
to have me end up like this 
¶ 12:07 PM |