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I lay on that cold floor

hard wood presses me

and i reach down to lick it

 

it tastes like earwax

that gross taste

but even that is comforting

 

anything to anchor me down

to keep me in this dimension

and give me a little sanity

 

I can still hear people talking

I want them, no, need them

to be quiet

 

My heads still pounding

and I cant think straight

all my thoughts are trickling

 

out of my head like

buzzing pancake syrup

onto the wood

 

i forgot to turn off my light

and now its screaming at me

and I cant make my body move

 

and all i want is a cool glass of water

but i cant move

so I just lay there