Saturday 21/08/10

My nose is congested and my neck is faint.
My back is screaming and my hair is ‘mess’.
My eyes are swollen and my jeans are dirty.
My nails are chipped and the polish has vanished.
My glass is empty and my brain is too.
My taste is stale and my mind lingers back,
back to the point where my body was fresh.
My eyes were white, my hair was back.
My nails were polished.
My jeans were black and knickers were clean,
My back was young and so was my tongue.
The night is over but the details remain the same,
My glass can be refilled to forget all the pain.

Louise-Saturday pessimism.