“Hang-xiety: a reflection on the cycle”
It starts with some chugged beers, a poorly spiked drink
Then a few outfit changes, makeup touch-ups, and final perfume spritz.
A few anxious butterflies about what the night will hold
Quickly kill them off with a shot or two.
Going out is a blur.
It looks like loud music, carefree dancing, and cheap drinks.
Getting home is a blank.
Throwing up, passing out.
But waking up is a flood of stimuli
Pounding headache, too bright lights, and ringing notifications
A million anxious butterflies about what the previous night held.
Can’t get rid of them.
It’s a pit in your stomach
Nervous about what might have happened and who might have seen
A different kind of shame from stories, bruises unknown
Need to forget that feeling.
A few days later,
that twisted anxiety pushed to the back of your mind
Busy with apologies, make-ups, assignments, work
Another night out couldn’t really hurt.