The Party

photo by hungrybison

I feel dead,

dead as a…whatever.

Propped up,

drunk,

in the doorway.

I  strain to watch her through blood shot eyes.

The room damp with perspiration,

her deep in conversation,

and I,

fucking drunk in the doorway.

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