there was a hand holding my head
an angel, I'm sure
the reflection in the water was blurry
and my eyes
caked with tears
threatening to fall
the taste in my mouth was
of blood and *****
as if death itself
had called my name
but the angel simply rubbed
my head and swore it
would be alright

woke up the next afternoon
in the bathroom
almost catatonic
with a ****** headache
and bad breath
spit
******
grabbed a glass of
water from the tap
and realized
that despite
the death that hangs over
every bad decision
like breath in arctic air
the angel wasn't lying