I’m leaning over the railings
The wind is too loud in my ears
My eye sight’s adjusting to the dotted lights across the city
The wind teases my naked butt
I’m 70 feet up in the air
And I’m taking a piss.
It’s 4.45… or is it 48?
My watch’s screen is blurred from the shots of Tequila.
Stupid watch.
“I’m not drunk!”
I shout again as my ankles buckle under my 6inches
6 inches up 7 storeys , what’s that like? Super woman or wonder woman?
Stupid woman, that’s more like
I shout down to the lady cleaning the streets
How did I get way up here?
Mentally and physically
I kind of like the wind in my ears
I can’t hear my self vomit down 70 feet onto the floor
I can’t hear it splatter onto the concrete floor
I can’t hear myself slip off my 6 inches as I slip off the railings
I can’t hear myself splatter on the concrete
A mixture of blood and bile
I still smell the Tequila
Stupid Tequila.
The meaning of it to me is the lump in my throat right now.
Reminds me of Teetotaler Song…reminds me of the raw emotions that birthed.
Stupid tequila.
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