newly sober: newborn

i'm on wobbly legs, covered in birth juice

i am brand new.

i’m like a newborn calf, covered in birth juice, trying to stand on wobbly legs. umbilical chord still intact. trying to graze on crispy grass, but my head is too heavy to hold up and my eyes aren’t even open yet.

i’m mooing, bleating, screaming: FEEEEED ME. LOVE ME. PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE JUST FUCKING LOVE THE EVER-LOVING SHIT…