Welcome to 2018

I almost died last night
the proof on my sheets
the vomit caked on my sleeve.
The invisible bruise on my forehead.

It feels good though.

I don't feel sad
or regretful
the whiskey wasn't for sadness
or happiness.
Just a tool for the holidays.
My family came,
he was gone.
and the other him cold and vacant
but I

I was on fire
blazing through the new year

drunk as fuck.