He whispers in her ear
telling her not to t h i n k
& she has to wonder why he says that to her
This is a c r i s i s situations
and crisis situations demand for some thinking
.
.
The glass clinks uncomfortably
the cool red liquid sloshing around
She'd given up the drink
y e a r s ago, just for him
not that he knows
So she'll s i p and she'll swear
& she'll cry when she goes back home
.
.
The girl is too p r e t t y
she's too innocent and nice
& she looks more (stunning) than she will ever be able to
Her white d r e s s is too flawless
and no one should deserve to t o u c h such perfection of fabric
.
.
He takes away her u n d o u b t e d l y expensive liquor;;
even though she wasn't planning on getting drunk because Caity always said she was a m e s s y drunk
& she needs all the attractiveness she can, compared
"You are always attractive"
He states firmly, spinning her against her will onto the dance floor
her g r e e n dress a silvery liquid
.
.
In reply to her unspoken question
he answers,
"You were muttering under your breath"
.
.
She can see his silky black hair
but she can f e e l the warmth of his hands
She is giggling as another c o u p l e congratulates the two of them
& she can taste stomach acid in her mouth;;
her thick blond hair brushing her shoulders
He closes his e y e s
and kisses her on the forehead
& she realizes –
.
.
she is the s h a r p a y to his z e k e