regaining semi-consciousness
huddled in the corner
the events of the past half hour
slowly come back to my memory
the splatter of the white pills
flushing down the toilet
the image of the hammer
careening into my locked pill safe
over and over again
til it's nothing
but a hunk of twisted metal
finally sending it hurling into
the wall
delusions of flames
and seemingly imminent death
legs still sore
from hair brush abuse
voice still hoarse
from half screaming
half weeping
in a post-dementium-stupor
I apologize to my housemates
and go to bed
huddled in the corner
the events of the past half hour
slowly come back to my memory
the splatter of the white pills
flushing down the toilet
the image of the hammer
careening into my locked pill safe
over and over again
til it's nothing
but a hunk of twisted metal
finally sending it hurling into
the wall
delusions of flames
and seemingly imminent death
legs still sore
from hair brush abuse
voice still hoarse
from half screaming
half weeping
in a post-dementium-stupor
I apologize to my housemates
and go to bed
