Poison

It starts with the buzz.

A single tingle getting you to mingle

With strangers that you’ve never met,

Never will meet again. Excited. Chattering.

Indistinctly remembering your previous sentence,

As you reach for another drink.

Harder, this time. Swooning. Fainting. Standing.

Laughing. Talking. Time blending into the lights,

Music. Swirling feelings of everything mixing, molding,

Shaping around you. And then you go down.

Black nothingness.

Best sleep of your life.

You awake.

Headache.

Burning eyes, numbing body. Hangover.

Never again, you say. But that night,

You hit up the bar. Again. It starts with the buzz.