As she reeked of the awful smell of loneliness
head spinning body shaking with no control over self
she sat on her knees and prayed to a lamp post
'Turn me into a bird or something invisible, alright?
Then I may not drink so much of it, it's my plight.'
Lamp post smiled, shook as a breeze kissed by
now bent by an inch, he whispered over her lips,
'Go, take your wine and other belongings
for we may not have again this talk of longing;
now that you have drugged yourself fairly well,
well, well! this is not what one can call a desirable end.'
She got up with a hiccup, hair messy but silky
ran to the abode, to grab toothbrush, soap, lipstick,
she paused abruptly at the last item to smirk,
for it would be a wonder to have make up for a spoiled jerk;
'Never mind!', she shouted and locked the thin house
sprinted as if life was on a bet for a magnificent prize;
Reaching the spot where she had her first kiss, her first lover
the first prayer, the very first convers…