Poetry 5 - Being an Intoxicated Minor After the City's Monthly Gathering on Main Street

This is a short, somewhat emo poem.

To consume,
liquid euphoria in Friday’s fest of loneliness,
is to invite a literal poison inside,
and dance in your brain,
as it stabs you in the back (liver).

Still,
it is the emotional lacing
to a logical progression of saddening
events,
a showing of life in desolation,
like a landing pad in the desert.

“I am better now.”