I never understood what was so special about
being drunk.
It must have been the challenge to
fix your eyes on all objects oscillating.
Maybe it was trying to understand a cryptic
slurred language muttered by all the rest.
Or was it your only chance to have said all things
you couldn’t?

While buzzing with the others,
I listened to his mumbles
intoxicating your innocence.
I watched both of you stumble,
fall and crash into each other,
struggling to hold onto your ideals.
Hushed sober thoughts
as both spirits sloshed slowly.

Maybe it was soaking up
the essence of life.
Gulping every last drop,
until the room was too tipsy, too turbulent to stand
But instead you chased, until you found a
drunken sea of darkness.

And when you awake,
the horrid taste still burns the back of your throat.
You writhe in pain as you
wring out your liver,
hoping to undo the damage of drunken words
that still drown you from the night before.