​She wakes up, 

Hungover – 

Eyes like glass, 

Mouth full of throw up, 


Lost all of her class, 

Nose full of blood, 

Some got in her hair – 

Doesn’t know where she was, 

Or how she got there. 

The pain of breathing, 

Of opening up her eyelids, 

Painkillers not relieving, 

The thoughts of what she did. 

And amidst all the hurt, 

The destain of it all, 

She gets up from the dirt, 

And meets a wake up call. 

Kevin Brown © 15.07.2016