Live
eight
I wake up
with a pounding head
and vague
images of last night
flash through my mind.
I cringe at
the thoughts
of my inconsiderate,
outrageous,
aberrant
actions.
I stumble out
of my room
holding my head
and I realise
I’m still in
yesterday’s clothes.
Disgusted,
I peel them off
my sinful body
and step
into the warm,
soothing shower
in attempts
to wash away
last night’s
felony’s
While my
devious
roommate remains
sound asleep.