Confessions of a Drunk

Disclaimer: I am not the drunk.

In the midst of the bar scene,
she fumbles for her keys. 
Hands shaking
“I’m fine,”
She drones, 
when really, 
she is unstable. 

She leaves with a shaky body,
the cold bites her nose,
her breath reeks of vodka
and sadness
and misery. 

The music drowns out her thoughts,
or, what little thoughts she has left.
Her mind is currently a graveyard,
and her body a coal mine. 

Drunk and alone, 
she falls to her knees,
lays her shaky hands in one another
and chants:
“Lord, have mercy on me,
for a drunk holds no lies.
I have sinned tonight, and hurt the flies.
I have become what I said I would never become,
I have written my last confession:
I will give you my body, and my soul to you,
oh Lord, 
in return for a stable life.”

But again, 
the bar will find her,
back within its’ grasp. 
It’s serenity and oasis
shall hold her close again.

Reviews

[Shaunna Harper]

Another good piece! However, just as a bit of constructive criticism, I'd suggest changing "I have became" as it really should be "I have become." Other than that, I enjoyed it very much. There's a darkness and melancholy to it that's really great. :)

[Lauren Emmons]

Woah, I didn't catch that! Thank you!

[Shaunna Harper]

No worries :)