Thirteen  

Bubbles on the rim
of a beer glass
popping one by one
the world grows a little dim
the rim on my lips
I swallow all at once
the music sounds abrasive
the noise too loud
my throat seems too parched
down it goes the lovely liquid
the bottles swim
in golden liquid
the stars are twinkling
my mind goes languid
who cares, I am thirteen now
who cares, I am a big girl
I say to myself
as I walk out of the bar
cold air hit me
gasping I breath
open my mouth wide to inhale
instead I explode
in half digested un-distinguishables
with the golden liquid,
not so golden now...
I wake up
on the floor of my bathroom
with galloping horses
in my head.