1 drink
2 drinks
3 drinks
4
I wish it was me who was digesting the amount of alcohol
That was delivered in pretty glass cups
I have to drain the poison from my veins and mind instead
Sweaty bodies all around
Loose grins
And awkward swaying
I close my eyes gently
And try to ignore the stinging behind them
And the pounding of my heart
I want to go
Instead I dance
And I pretend nothing bothers me
And that the music isn’t suffocating
I ask for a coke
When I could have asked for whiskey.
xxx
Talia
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