Drops of the whisky hung in air…
Falling slowly on my fingers,
Moving to a rhythm of chaos,
Moist of the night kissing my wrist…
My hands clenched the metal,
My fingers held against the glass,
The dress slipping off of me…
Moist of the night creeping inside me…
I swerved to the right…
A screech breaking the silence…
The slow moment crashed into,
I could see the wall now…
Rush of the windscreen through skin
Headlights shining on…
