The stench of broken promises linger in the bottom of empty shot glasses High heels strewn across the floor, I have become small again. Black makeup running down my face like a runner in last place, Temporary maturity bought for seven dollars in a Maybelline bottle.
If only the company we kept were as silent as the stars, a mistake would dissolve like alka seltzer in the room temperature water That I canβt stop chugging. Alcohol depriving me of life essentials like, h2o and the will to live.