Sunday, January 15, 2012

fuck to prove how fucked you are
well, i had every intention
of not drinking tonight
but beers found themselves
inside my clenched fists
and now i am livid
because all i am able
to think about
is the driving necessity
of sleep
compelling me to
gather my keys,
my phone, and my cigarettes
to begin my paranoid
journey toward something
in pill-form that will
make the noise cease
and the quietness
drop-kick me to sleep
—Brittany Wallace