My head was pounding
looking around I wonder
what bulldozer hit me!
Nauseating smell from the glass
sitting on my nightstand,
getting to my feet felt a bottle
as it lie on the floor
still a few gulps to be drunk.
Everything came back to me
tried drowning the news I got…
A contest entry
- leftover wine by Luna Tique Fringe.
850 points, ended July 29, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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can't say I haven't been there. Thanks for the entry
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That little twist, almost, at the end was nice. It's a cool line, "...tried drowning the news I got..." Brilliant.



