While I was drunk

Booze races joyful through intricate web of my veins
Car glides roaring round the corner with grace of swan
Wake up on trolley bed
Cool breeze through oxygen mask whistles into lungs
Pain

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About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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8 Responses to While I was drunk

  1. djmatticus says:

    In other words: don’t drink and drive. Message received, loud and clear.

  2. jannatwrites says:

    Some don’t wake up at all. Drunk driving makes me mad because it doesn’t have to happen. (People I know have been killed by drunk drivers.)

  3. Draug419 says:

    I certainly hope this isn’t a true story in your case!

  4. I like how you encompassed what he was feeling in that one word at the end. Great work! Thank you for linking up!

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