The wine I drank

felt like it was spilling down the walls.

I vomited harshly into my friend's toilet,

reminding myself why I hate being in this position.

My head pounds, my eyelids heavy.

I just don't want her to leave me down here alone

but I can see her growing tired.

I just hate sleeping in living rooms;

they remind me of childhood evenings-

of sobbing, bad dreams,

  and Nick @ Nite.