the morning after

what time is it?
the suns out.
must be day time.
of course it is.

had a massive headache.
the cells even ache.
the rooms a mess
possibly a climactic earthquake.

seemed the stranger even undressed the flesh
underneath mesh.
taking one another to Bangladesh.
found some fresh water on the desk.

where’s the other?
why aren’t they present?
got up.
couple trash bags full of both of one another’s essence.

don’t even remember the names
don’t even remember a face
how much was drunk?
was it laced?

don’t know, definitely care.
freaking out, fell down the stairs.
baby, you’re in hell.
another soul cast under heroin’s spell.

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