i'm drowning in a sea of saliva and a rocky hollow of mossy teeth. she's throwing her cigarette smoke at me like a crap gangster throws his lucky dice. her waxy lips are smothering me and her hands are on the brick wall just mere inches above my head. ouch.
there was a reason i didn't go to these parties often and yet every single time i got invited to one i seemed to forget it. the free booze and loud music was enough reason for me to abandon the vortex of facebook and stumbleupon for a night of 'badass' activity. but i always ended the night cold, alone in the two in the morning with a hard cyanide feeling in me.
her flimsy black sweater drapes around me like a curtain. for a moment she sets me free: "c'mon baby, let's go somewhere else..." she grabs me by the crook of my elbow. i've seen this act before, the sexy, coy thing that all the girls have picked up from reading cosmopolitan (143 hot new sex tips to get him excited!).
she tilts her head to the side which makes her brown hair flock in a way that probably defies newton's law. i felt like i was turning into a dwarf and a giant all at the same time.
"you want another beer?"
drink me. eat me. drink me. eat me.
it smells like sweat and marijuana. i feel like i'm walking on the surface of the moon - bounce, bounce, bounce - but the dying grasses and the sounds of glass smashing are telling me otherwise.
"sure."
she grabs my red and pours in a steady stream of honey colored brew. i notice that as she does this her chest is pushed forward, a bluebird, and her ass is pointing out, a peacock. bye bye birdie. maybe. as she hands the cup back to me she slings her arms around my cold neck, and i think it would be against the rules to say no. her lips mash into mine and for a moment i feel like she will bite me: i can feel her teeth but when she talks she covers her mouth.
there was a reason i didn't go to these parties often and yet every single time i got invited to one i seemed to forget it. the free booze and loud music was enough reason for me to abandon the vortex of facebook and stumbleupon for a night of 'badass' activity. but i always ended the night cold, alone in the two in the morning with a hard cyanide feeling in me.
her flimsy black sweater drapes around me like a curtain. for a moment she sets me free: "c'mon baby, let's go somewhere else..." she grabs me by the crook of my elbow. i've seen this act before, the sexy, coy thing that all the girls have picked up from reading cosmopolitan (143 hot new sex tips to get him excited!).
she tilts her head to the side which makes her brown hair flock in a way that probably defies newton's law. i felt like i was turning into a dwarf and a giant all at the same time.
"you want another beer?"
drink me. eat me. drink me. eat me.
it smells like sweat and marijuana. i feel like i'm walking on the surface of the moon - bounce, bounce, bounce - but the dying grasses and the sounds of glass smashing are telling me otherwise.
"sure."
she grabs my red and pours in a steady stream of honey colored brew. i notice that as she does this her chest is pushed forward, a bluebird, and her ass is pointing out, a peacock. bye bye birdie. maybe. as she hands the cup back to me she slings her arms around my cold neck, and i think it would be against the rules to say no. her lips mash into mine and for a moment i feel like she will bite me: i can feel her teeth but when she talks she covers her mouth.
