Tonight...

I might do a lot of meth and put on my cat tongue underwear, swishing and sliding, feeling the needle pricks, like velcro, against my skin.
I might push a pin through my skin to let the pressure out of my skull, my throbbing temples filled with the angst and rage of failure.
I might weep in my sleep, heavy tears rolling down my cheeks and pooling in my beard.
Tonight, I might....