16° 

the empi

have my nerves

dancing wildly

i felt

my breath

pump lowlights

loud sound

and

unnerving laugh

wasn’t dizzy enough

even if

i drink two shots

wasn’t dizzy enough

to be

considered drunk

all i know

i just want

to throw it all up

In the streak of light,

I rub the sweetest sour.

It’s tangy, and it lingers.

Not in the beginning,

nor at the end.

It is stuck in the state of middle.

I try to claw it out.

Rolling it onto different texture,

but it remains to be a burning sensation.

One that could be more on ‘morrow.