25 January 2013
When did I get here?
I see a hint of yellow,
Rusted tiles,
My glasses on the shower drain.
Nonsense.
I can't be here.
The counter is very high above my head.
Those lights are too bright.
Sit up, slump over, sit straight.
My heels hurt like I banged them around.
My throat is sore.
Did I sleep with my head back,
Mouth open?
I look at my hands,
Sweat dripping down my fingers.
I stand slowly.
Who is that ghostly ashen figure
Staring back at me?
The Passing.4 • Opuss № I