Wake up
Full of dred
Head to the sink
Which is then fed

Bile mostly
Tap runs
*****
Dispersed
Last nights
***


I
Reach
To my saviour
The
One i know
Best ,
My 9%
Godsend
I love him
The best


An hour passes
I start
Feeling
Ill
The cramps in my stomach
The fever is real

No money
To fix this
My head
Full of dred
The perfume
I bought her
Is drunk
With intent