Lashings

Bottle faced I spoke.
A reason? Or why? It’s
Only a question.

I rolled on the floor
Aided by punches,
Swiping at friends
Saving me darkly

Screamed obscenities
Mother didn’t teach me
I felt a pull: backwards, backwards
And heard someone speak...

“Had enough yet?”

Weary, I spoke:

“Lashings, thanks.”