Saturday Night

The aroma of weed and alcohol dances up my nostrils

Whispers from the city flood my ears as I sit here keeping company to myself

My best friend in the bathroom, hugging porcelain as cold as the snow falling in the streets

When did innocence turn to arrogance and soon become nothingness?

Me, the girl with it all figured out, lost

In a blur of red and black as time rushes past

Next year at this time who knows who I will be

My angst and rebellion turning me into a real-life Holden Caulfield

I long to be the field of sunflowers but instead I am the raw numbness of middle winter; unforgiving

Friends, drugs, booze, parties, and sex or family, school, books, homework and stress?

It can’t be both; it’s bashful and brilliant or beautiful and blazed but either way I’m broken.

 

A repulsive symphony of puking comes from the down the hall

I walk in the bathroom, and hold her hair back away from her tear-filled face

The aroma of sweat and vomit dances up my nostrils.

Reviews

[SonOfPlunder]

Oh i have been there and experienced this. Well most of it! you captured it nicely, good work

[A. Amos]

Sensible write with deep feelings and interest...good one