Drifting Off

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No recollection of what I’ve done last evening,

Not a clue.

My chest is pounding,

Mind panicking and grieving.

I can’t remember the last person I spoke to.

It can’t be.

Even it was you

How could I take the blame for two?

My nails broken from fights I didn’t really choose.

Don’t argue.

My brain’s a mess,

It aches and oozes like a bruise.

Fatigue, restlessness, dry mouth and no memory.

Blood-stained walls.

I sit up and scream.

Then my consciousness takes off, I’m fast asleep.

-JW