Facing the Chicken Sandwich

An odd thing
To wonder what's on the other side
Of the door
Not seen in hours, on the floor
Will I find someone.

Not seen in hours? How can this be?
Do I kick in the door, tearing from
The hinges as I'm exploding?
All I need is the key,
I hope I don't interrupt a pee,

It's an odd thing, this blackness that swept and stole my night away.
I am not able to remember anything, but this blackness
In sadness, I turned to the liquid fray.
I remember...I ...what do I remember?
Is it the stench of chicken meat?