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Once Upon A Friday Night

Image result for blueberry cookiessmell baking cookies,
your gentle fingers feeding me,
soft kisses in the dark

baking blueberries
fill my nose, mouth-watering, hot
kisses, gentle hands

you smile at me, melt my heart,
break off chunks of cookie, tease me, make
me melt, putty in your hands

Copyright © 2016 by Pamela Scott

This is another haiku for this month’s challenge. 

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Binge Memories

Image result for binge drinkingThe termination hits harder
than expected. I don’t know
how to cope with the way I feel.
I’m in pain all the time and
feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.

I vegetate in bed for days,
cuddled up beneath my duvet,
crying, holding myself, drinking
vodka and wine and eating ice cream.
I don’t feel better no matter how much I drink.

The cramps are awful. It feels like
something trying to claw its way
out of my gut. The pain comes
and goes in waves. I pop pills
and drink some more wine.

I can’t remember one day from
the next. The boozy memories
start to melt into one another.
I turn my phone off and don’t go into work.
I’m waiting for someone to save me.

Copyright © 2016 by Pamela Scott

This is the final poem of my 20 Signs Things Are NOT Okay sequence. I plan to turn each line into a separate poem. 

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The Big Surprise

Image result for DRUNKEN STRIP pregnancyI’m not sure how long
I’ve been puking every
morning before I realise
something’s not right. I’m not just
flushing vodka out of my body.

Memories surface like little
bombs blowing up in my face:
Coming home with no knickers.
Bruises and soreness between my
legs. Vodka and sick in my hair.

Used condoms jammed into my
pocket. Cramps and stomach ache.
Swollen belly. Sore breasts.
I can’t seem to keep anything down.
The doctor tells me I’m three months gone.

I have no idea who put this thing
inside me. How do I get it out?
I remember blurry faces and
hot burn of vodka in my throat.
Nothing else. Who did this to me?

Copyright © 2016 by Pamela Scott

This is the nineteenth poem of my 20 Signs Things Are NOT Okay sequence. I plan to turn each line into a separate poem. 

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You’ve Been Framed

Image result for DRUNKEN STRIP TEASEIn the blurry video I look
like a stranger, a drunken
mess I don’t want to know.

I’m so drunk I can’t even stand upright.
My legs wobble. I bounce back and forth.
I look like road-kill, something fresh out of the grave.

Some of my clothes are missing. Bare
flesh flying about everywhere. I can’t
tell if I’m laughing or crying.

I’m clutching a bottle of vodka
like a life-line. Waving it like a mad-woman.
Pouting. Gyrating against it. Peeling off my clothes.

I have no idea who filmed me but it’s
a big hit on You Tube. 500,000 likes.
I look like someone drowning and nobody cares.

Copyright © 2016 by Pamela Scott

This is the eighteenth poem of my 20 Signs Things Are NOT Okay sequence. I plan to turn each line into a separate poem. 

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Damage Control

Image result for UNFRIENDEDStill half asleep, hungover
I check my emails to see
who I pissed off last night.

Only one person has unfriended
me on Facebook. The bloke I got
off with is her fiancée. She’s a bitch anyway.

Copyright © 2016 by Pamela Scott

This is the seventeenth poem of my 20 Signs Things Are NOT Okay sequence. I plan to turn each line into a separate poem. 

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Kindness Of Strangers

Image result for DRUNK BEING HELPED UPBright sunlight hurts my eyes,
makes them blurry. My head aches.
I can smell piss and vomit in the air.

I’m curled up into a ball, burning
with pain, aching to be sick.
I feel like death warned up.

A homeless person’s wrapped their
blanket around me. It’s scratchy, smells
faintly of urine. Nice and snug.

I wish I could find a way to thank them.

Copyright © 2016 by Pamela Scott

This is the sixteenth poem of my 20 Signs Things Are NOT Okay sequence. I plan to turn each line into a separate poem. 

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Counting Down From Midnight

Image result for BINGE DRINKINGI used to have a few drinks
once a week; Friday or Saturday
but never both.

I could have a good time
on one pint. I knew where
my cut off level was.

I could count the nights
I got drunk on one hand. I’m not
sure when it all changed.

Now I have a few drinks
every night. The nights
and days sort of blur together.

I can count the nights sober
with one hand – a big fat zero.
I don’t know how to be sober.

Copyright © 2016 by Pamela Scott

This is the fifteenth poem of my 20 Signs Things Are NOT Okay sequence. I plan to turn each line into a separate poem. 

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How Not To Wake Up

Image result for DRUNK WAKING UP IN A STRANGE BEDMy head’s killing me,
pounding like someone’s
repeatedly hitting my skull with a hammer.

My mouth is dry, sore
and my throat tastes like shit.
Where am I? How did I get here?

There’s someone snoring in
bed beside me. I don’t recognise
their face. I can’t find my clothes.

My body aches like it’s been
pulled and mauled. My breasts
burn with pain. I feel raw and battered.

Copyright © 2016 by Pamela Scott

This is the fourteenth poem of my 20 Signs Things Are NOT Okay sequence. I plan to turn each line into a separate poem.