Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXXIII
Write a short poem about waking up in drunken regret. On this one, winner is decided by likes. Make it brutal. 25 big ones on the line. Go.
Undone
I can't undo what I've done
This web is widow strength
Too taut and full of pieces and bits
Hazy, complicated, deadly
My heart is pounding in my head
I feel as if they are lying about this
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I didn't kill anyone. I didn't leave.
Someone else had my car, my face
They carried my wallet and ID
They keep telling me what I've done
I drift back to sleep and when I wake
hopefully this nightmare goes away .
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