morning musings of a devastated drunk woman

I unexpectedly woke up

at 6 in the morning

in spite of deep tipsiness

from last night.

I awoke suddenly, trying to figure out

and remember if that night

or day had really happened.

As much as I desperately wanted 

to forget that incident.

my wasted soul managed to recall everything

that happened,

right before I chugged the vodka

in my mouth last night.

Apart from the bond and good time,

I had an excuse

to drink and get wasted that night,

an opportunity to drink it all away.

Oh, how I wish,

drinking could totally wipe out

hideous words and disgusting memories

from that day.

And surely, I'd drink again

even if it's 6am.