My pillow feels like a marshmallow
Melting on a sun-bleached concrete stove, glued to my cheek with puke
Mixed in spit spewing out my lips.
Ba-drinkah! I quickly punched my phone into snooze, sighing
I have a trig test today.
All those formulas make my head hurt and my head is already
Pounding. I had a late night at Patrick's Party.
All my friends sat on their stools, silently
Eyes that demanded to down another, another
I even saw that homeless guy who's always around Patrick's
Watching me, worried.
"Don't you worry dude! There's enough for everyone here too.
Patrick's had to fully stock up after I partied here
Last night." Ba-drinkah!
Ba- I turned off my phone. "I'll get up at One
When Patrick's Party opens."
I sank my face back into the soggy, hardening marshmallow
Waiting. Suffocating myself slowly as I failed