Tangled in
Wrinkled bed sheets
And foggy thoughts
It's still there
The monster I tried
Running from last night
Is ramming its horns
Into my bruised ribs
My appearance resembling
A lazy, hopeless stoner
All of September
Has been a blur
Wiggle into yesterday's clothes
To meet up with the dealer
Just to purchase some
Temporary happiness
Just so the edges
Of my mouth
Could crack
The frown lines
"**** it."
I said
With the flick
Of the lighter
It's not even about
Getting high anymore
It's about escaping
Even for just a while