Monday night drunk
looking for a fight
a beer bottle
a shot
I feel dirty
starving for affection
for a touch
looking for a savior
in the bottom of a glass
a pack of wolves
in the corner booth
teeth bared, snarling
should I take my chances
I could maybe break
two noses before
I go down for the count
bruises still healing
from the last time
I was itchy
Monday night drunk
where are you
when I'm crying in the shower
rocking myself to sleep
Tuesday morning hangover
I know you'll see me soon
empty as my bed
empty as my pockets
empty as my heart
Come and fill it with a new ache
watch me shake
watch me break
and shatter like this bottle
on the first wolfs nose
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