185 – Veil

Wild nights.
All senses numbed,
Drowning in a sea
Of over-stimulation.

Lost eyes
Trying to focus,
Unsure whose strange hands
Explore your body.

Deep breaths,
A futile attempt
To clear the fog
Inside your head.

Only the thin veil
Of a well rehearsed
Appearance of sobriety
Keeps you safe, for now.

Awake, in your own bed.
Alone, unhurt…
Only the familiar
Hangover to greet you.

You know
This streak
Can’t last forever.
But today at least
Your luck has worked
Again.

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