Author S. K. Nicholas

waking up

next to your stretched skin

my eyes hurt from the dirty sunlight

that pours

in

through the window

head cracked like an egg

mouth dry with

shame, suffocating

so heavy, so dead

this is what i wanted

this is what i get

cheapness, drowning in empty acts

that attack the very heart

of what i am

all these brainless fuckers

demeaning themselves

in the name of lust

get me out

because this hell

does nothing but

pick away

until all that’s left is my

shallow, beer-stained

regret