Sober

It was the same music. Same dress types-black, crystals, tight. Same heels, same hair style. Same feeling when you were drunk. Same feeling of disappointment when you were down playing poker. Same exhilaration when you’ve cleared the table.     The giggles, champagne. The flirting, the hopes. The kisses, the orgasms. Suddenly, Alana could see through……

Our Little Poison, Lacquer Love

Our little poison, lacquer love. How it seems as innocent as a dove. But needles and shot glasses give us our lift. Without an easy high, we cannot get our fix. Our little poison, lacquer love. When we’re sober… We hate each other. But booze changes nightmares Into fantasies so we can care. Our little…