My soul is in trouble
if I have one more drink
Party’s just begun
And I cannot think straight
I’ve had one too many already
The room is full of laughter
and obscenities
My eyes dart towards the bathroom
But my legs may not carry me there
I can see that I’m meant to be the dummy
of the room full of puppeteers
(so I let them walk me by the waist when I forget which way to go)
Why can I not stick to just one now?
By the middle of the night,
they’ve made sure my glass is never half empty
God forgive me, for I am full of
spirits now not from you
(they told me not to be a prude)
I’m sticking around for the last guy
waiting for this place to shut down
My soul is in trouble now
But I’ve had a few too many sips in me
to think clearly
It’s okay, though
I’ll be alright
Just one more cup
to quench the nerves
It makes me sleep better anyway
and let’s my thoughts run on empty
Author: Regan Cunningham
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: Regan Cunningham is an avid writer and reader. Her work has been seen in Windrose Magazine and the blog “Fixed Heart, Free Hand.” When she is not writing, she’s either drinking a soy latte, running outside, hanging with a good friend or introverting in her bedroom.
Link to social media: Instagram @reganc25
