Nov 11, 2007 01:40
[b]Tipsy[/b]
written by: me
Tipsy. Clumsy. A Disaster. Torn. House-ridden. Sea-glass eyes glazed over with artificial happiness. Tipsy. Laughs. Over-joyness. Attractive men in tasteful clothing they move through the loud bumping music of the club, on a hunt. Through the doors and past the bouncer outside. Tipsy. Low-cut shirts, shortdresses. A Mess of colors. A mess of cheap beer, laughter and smoke. Tipsy. Scribbled phone numbers, missed calls and slutty dancing. Tipsy. Jingling car keys that shimmer against the white-opaque moon. Tipsy.Broken heels, smeared makeup, alcahol stained breath. Keys in ignition, radio on full blast, speeding down the highway. Tipsy. Bright lights, metal bending, turning over, pavement screeching.Tipsy. Police cars, sirens, blood. Tipsy. Bad Mistakes, foolish choices, adolescence. Tipsy. Crying parents, brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles, grandparents and friends. Tipsy. Flowers, gifts, headstones. A Funeral fit for three hundred. Tipsy.This could happen to you. Tipsy. Flowers and stuffed animals. No gravestone. Tipsy. Lost and Confused. Death.