Wine

I dance around the room with my eyes half shut spinning and singing and looking like a nut

I refuse to stop ….

All I see is blurred faces of people I could draw in my sleep …

Trace them over and over again with my figure in the air while they seem rather displeased

The strap of my dress falls down my arm as I take another sip from the glass in my hand its warm now and doesn’t taste satisfying….

So I drink more …

Does drinking this make me a lady? Ladies don’t drink beer, ladies don’t drink whisky. Ladies drink wine. My mother drank wine…

Did she feel like this? What would she think if she saw my like this?

I spin faster now swaying in my new heels. Blisters are forming but my skirt moves with my rhythm and I feel free. I close my eyes more now and feel far away…

The lighting hitting my eyelids is driving me wild. Glowing and changing and making me lose my balance; I swear it’s the lights they’re driving me wild.

When I open my eyes the faces are closer talking to someone yet staring at me.

I take another sip and feel a hand on my shoulder… someone’s concerned I can tell they are pleading ….

 I drink another sip and look at the lights.

Tomorrow I can tell them that I had too much to drink… I hadn’t eaten all day… I really am so very small

But for now I close my eyes and brush them off ….

Because the party is more fun that way ….

I take another sip and sing aloud to myself.