The Hangover ..

On waking, her lids stuck together
Contact lenses not removed
All the lights on, back gate open
Contents from her handbag, strewn

Pillowcases black with make up
Clothes ripped off, upon the floor
Stepping out, she leaves her cocoon
Shaky limbs hang on to door

Now a regular occurrence
Being slaughtered cuts out pain
She knows the scenario does not work
But cannot stop this drink/love game

Many times she's had a nice boy
But no one likes a woman drunk
They soon find out why she's needy
Childhood stuff she cannot junk

Another day spent nursing herself
Lonely, pretty little doll
No one knows about her battle
Demons lurking behind walls