published: 2015-01-19 10:00:00, updated: 2016-03-20 13:27:01
I came home, half asleep, and still confused;
Walked in with my shoes, manners excused.
My eyelids meeting, glued shut at last;
I went in to a haze, blurs coming in fast.
Morning came in too early and too bright;
Daggers piercing my body that were light.
My body grew in a dull filling ache;
Head throbbing, I dared not shake.
The memories were amnesia, the symptoms synonymous;
I had lipstick marks on my right cheek, a kiss anonymous.