Abstract Rubbish

A Poem by Bryony Kate

This is not a poem - Merely a piece of random rubbish! I was in the mood to write ;-)

The beige-brown grass climbed up to our knees. The chunks of sun baked earth made dancing through the field difficult. The alcohol probably didn't help.

Chace threw his arms into the air, the neck of the bottle aiming at the stars scattered across the navy velvet of the sky.

"To us!" He slurred. His southern accent was always heightened when he was drunk.

He threw his head back, taking a long swig from the bottle. His face twisted at the bitter taste, he shook his head slightly, tossing his sandy hair across his eyes before passing me the bottle. I swallowed quickly, squeezing my eyes closed as I squealed a giggle.

Chace wrapped a heavily muscled arm around my waist, I kicked my legs up to tuck them under my butt as he spun us in a circle. The grass suddenly loomed up and we crashed onto the rough ground.