LOU RASMUS

I pull my body out from under the covers like I’m pulling a blade from my stomach. So hungover. Sharp pains on either side of my head. A weird sloshy feeling in my abdomen. But in this bed I feel safe like I am in a cellar with only one way out, that has a door with four bolts on it. Locked shut. But my alarm keeps ringing. Ringing. RINGING. RINGING! God dammit. And so I get up, and turn the thing off, only to watch my guts run from my body and spill out over these sheets. I look down at the mess on my bed. Fuck. I hold the rest of my intestines in with a hand pressed to the wound, but I can’t hold all of it. I start to feel lightheaded. And woozy. And then I fall back into bed and fall back asleep.