Friday, May 13, 2016

Into the bus

And what was that I breathed in? I went and sat as close to it as possible. Alcohol, warm alcohol. Not ethanol, but alcohol. How could it be warm and still be alcohol, but it was so warm. And there was a softness wrapped comfortably around it. Softness like talcum, it was such a fluid combination. And it wasn't a 'worn' smell like mine. It was born in the dawn of a night that isn't ending.
I tried to glug it down as I realized that it wasn't mine to drink. It stayed elusively close, but didn't let me have it.