Wine Party

Wine Party

 

The act of being

in altered states,

making dry desert sand,

into salty ocean waves.

 

Pulling open my lashes

to let the sun in

more frequently;

most frustrating

and irrelevant.

 

I’ve been holding

my lip gloss for hours,

not wanting to move my hands

and lose this illusion.

 

Or reality.

 

And the party behind me

rages with laughter

and wine,

cigarette smoke

and the wet slobbering

of new love.

 

I bet they don’t see the world

like I see it.

 

And I’m not sure if its angry.

 

Just apathetic.

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

Sounds like a few parties I fell into..nice write tho....