My mouth is dry as I sit up,
not knowing where I am.
The fleeting dreams leave me
and I'm left with this throbbing
in my head, nauseated and foggy
in the pale morning light.
Fully dressed in ripped and stained
clothing that reeks of puke and smoke,
gravity presses inwards on my temples
and I want to die like this.

In the grey and hazy aftermath
of a night long forgotten.