Mirrors
Closing eyes to stare at her insides. Searching
for happiness the world refuses to show.
Too sober
To look in the mirror and see herself as pretty.
Not drunk enough
To believe she actually was.
3 bottles later there was a crack in the glass
In the fogged mirrors of the bar's bathroom
it was easier to convince herself she see gazes of envy instead of pity.
Not a drunken mess but a beautiful catastrophe.
Blackness crowds around the edges of her sight.
After few more sips keeping her eyes closed gets easier.
Maybe tomorrow will be different than today
Is always the last thoughts before passing out in the stall.