Last Night Poem by Poppi Sykes

She gets up in the afternoon
After she slept in the morning
Checks herself in the mirror,
lips quiver as a tear starts to well
Pours the rest of the fun from last night
on her bedroom drawer
She fears what had happened the night before
she looks appalled, her face is numb
from all the damage done
but as she inhales the fun
she turns to stone
Looks at her phone
For the memories, that become her discoveries
She does not recall, the brawl
Or the messy downfall
That hurt her persona
she ends in a coma
As the faceless
Disappear

That afternoon where she will reflect
She realises it's happened before
the grim reaper is correct
it's something she struggles to ignore
she cries as she recognises her emptiness
everything she strives for is unhappiness
but this is a mere day of remembrance
of what will happen last night
and so it stays an acceptance