crawl out of the sheets. your stomach is bulging from the countless bottles you’ve swung down your throat. not swimming, but drowning. in the mirror you stand
repulsed. look at this mess. hair in all directions, uncombed. nails, dark. teeth, yellow. your face is scared with the last mistake you’ve made. turn at a shallow angle and wallow through the door. it’s 7:36 in the morning and the day is already soiled.