The wash of noise – music? – loud… a rhythm spinning my head and brain and eyes and stomach… If I sit still it ‘might’ go away… And I don’t trust my legs when they’re feeling invisible – or numb – or something – they… I’ll probably fall over. But could use some air… To breathe and inhale but not smoke because that’s bad for me and I don’t want another burn hole in this – Oh. But I liked this skirt… Most likely stained anyway, from that COCKTAIL… that was really awful and sour and expensive and – why did you buy me another one?! So this is all YOUR stupid fault… No no no no! Sweetie, I love you more than anything in the whole wide world more than all these people here… NO I AM NOT DRUNK! Yes, yes… but shoes hurt my toes so I’m going to take them off – and… Ow – I trod on a – …I feel sick. Taxi. Where do I live?
Reason for writing:
I wanted to try something with a touch of humour, as my work is usually quite serious. I thought of something funny and came up with myself when drunk, as I am THE most annoying person in the world when I've been drinking. Comments and constructive criticism VERY welcome!
Birth sign: Capricorn
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