The Monster's Pool; Aftermath - Poem by Valerie Anderson
i was walking. i felt lost. i was confused. faces, so many faces. my hangover.
i could hear my head pounding. it was two in the morning. i was sitting on a park bench. is something wrong? a voice said. no, i never thought this would happen. i lit up.
smoke hung like a halo around my head. the bench creaked. that's how i felt, my first time getting swagged, this your first hangover? ya, i said calmly. not understanding.
i felt like i was walking in circles. when i looked around, it was clear but sometimes there would be a blur. i know i'll never do it again that way. he said. you kidding, i am burning for it.
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