The light is too bright
Compared to the dark corners of
The pulsing night.
My mouth is dry and
Parched from the lips of
Strangers.
The taste of nicotine and intent
Still a lingering shadow.
My head swims through pain
And shame as flashbacks
Fall in and out of focus.
The memories of choices made
By someone with liquor
And loneliness in their veins.
My stomach turns and I consider
Purging myself of this guilt.
Any excuse to get out of this cold
Empty bed.