last night, i drank five glasses of champagne-
the burn in my throat, the bubbles dancing in my stomach-
it was like with every sip, my naked soul and truth became unravelled-
i watched myself stumble and fall, slur and hope

and when i finally threw my body into my bed
my drunken mind asked me why? -
because the guilt started to settle
on top of the bubbles
and the lump in my throat started to settle
on top of the alcohol