As my favorite music plays on,
I sit naked polishing my nails,
Slowly and carefully I use the brush,
An attempt to feel like a drunk femme fatale.
As the smell of wine and nail polish
enters abruptly in my senses,
I stand straight and slowly I tilt my head,
And so my hair fondles my skin,
A need for a presence.
As my eyes stare at a self-improvement book,
Biting my lip I wonder if it will help me,
Another sip and taste blooms in my mouth,
The sun shines outside.
As I keep feeling the same,
Another sip,
Cheers to emptiness,
One sip more...
*Who and What am I?