The night's thinned my blood, slicked it with oil;
Filled it with gasoline rainbows and fat.
The air's brought this strange life to a boil;
I stumble. I cry. And that will be that.
I chase gravity, fight physics itself;
"Quick," they call, "let's get a boy beside her."
I fall, but I know not to ask for help;
I rest on the grass, sticky with cider.
Propped up like a doll with over-loose limbs;
Swallowed by pavement, mewling for monday.
Cognition slows, my eyesight gets dim;
I hear laments for my headache sunday.
My face curls with the acid bite of gin;
The gravel blankets my lonely skin.