I was hungover.
Bad.
I felt like puking
everywhere,
covering every inch of
sunlight
with my bile.
Instead,
the sun scorched
my skin
and fried
my idiot brain.
I kept on.
A tunnel was coming up,
a break from the heat,
but I could hear
madness
escaping from its
shadows.
There was no way around it.
I entered...
His name,
I don't remember,
his face,
red,
his eyes,
red,
his breath,
worse than mine,
his hands
bloody
and holding a beer.
He offered me one.
I accepted.
His words were
incoherent,
but I got the message.
Life is worthless.
Yet we keep going.
To what,
I don't know.
I threw up
after we departed.
I could hear him
screaming
at the universe.
There's really
not much else
anybody
can do.
No comments:
Post a Comment