I woke up today and thought about that night

My head hung over the cold toilet bowl

My mind tried to make sense of all the details

Useless

Fragments of too much chardonnay and a swirl of you

I think I am going to be sick

A dry heave until eventually there it is

Splattered against the white porcelain

Inside the muddled orange and bits of pain

Facing me floated my horrific fate

Replacing which once was my reflection

Tears began dribbling down my soft brown cheek

A cocktail of confusion.

Flushed down the pipes of a college bathroom

These pipes will run into other pipes like mine

Those pipes will be filled with the fate of girls

Other girls who like me are puking pain

Girls whose dreams ended with an upset stomach

A frantic run to the women’s restroom

And a sad realization of what follows in a matter of months