I took the first sip of white wine in trepidation for the aftermath of drunk people in movies is not very pleasant. I downed it all, faster than an intruder who wiretaps an important building somewhere in America. I had vowed to not drown in the poison I had just consumed. But what happened later proved me wrong. I swam in clouds and I floated in shallow waters for the slurs that lay on my tongue were not something I would utter in a sober state. I cavorted. I danced. I showed skin. I was the frog that clandestinely dances in the rain and hides away before the ground is dry again. I swirled like a whirlpool. My cheeks were red and I emitted happiness. I made silly jokes about a plant named Wisteria and lay in bed, twirling away in my drunken madness.
This poem is very close to my heart. Mainly because it describes my first ever interaction with alcohol. It was an interesting night on july 13th, 2016. I have wanted to get this poem published for a while now but to no avail. Thus, i am posting it here. Please leave your honest criticism and feedback in the comments below!