You open your eyes around noon
The thinnest ray of sunlight peeks into your room
You feel like your head is on upside down
You’re walking on the ceiling
Your breath reeks
You go to the bathroom with the light off
Because you’re pretty sure there’s an ax slicing through your skull
Your stomach stumbles and flops just like you did when you came into your bedroom at 2am
A wave of vertigo pours over you
In the same way the beer slid down your esophagus at midnight
You feel your way down the hall back to your bed
You can’t open your eyes
You close your bedroom door as quietly as you can
And the almost inaudible sound still brings you to your knees in agony
You crawl to your bed
And you whine silently about how sick you feel
Completely aware that you’re going to go mutilate your liver in less than 12 hours
You taste acid on your tongue
Your throat stings
And you choke
And your floor is now covered with the contents of your stomach
How pleasing it must be to scoop up your own vomit and hurl it into a trash can
You moan ever so gently as a cement brick comes down on your forehead
Making your body throb
Like the beat of your favorite song in the bar last night
Like the way you chugged your last drink
The one you can’t even remember because you were gone
Your head had landed on “Planet Wasted”
Population: You from tonight and you from Tuesday and you from last weekend and you from your birthday and you from that concert last month
You travel there so often
But you can’t feel what it’s really doing to you:
Eating your liver
Clawing at your heart
Strangling the blood vessels in your brain
Cutting ties with your family
Mutilating the beautiful memories you retain
All for what?
A night out with the guys?
An opportunity to loosen up and snag a pretty girl?
A holiday that you don’t even care about?
Getting a break from a long day?
Will it be worth it when you wake up tomorrow with a dastardly hangover?
Will it be worth it if you don’t wake up at all?