too everything

it is dark. warm. and wet with spilt wine and beer breath. floorboards here in melbourne. and everywhere in mumbai madrid and mentone. rumble. happy and horrible they dribble and trip in and out and in and out of the speigel tent. noise is all singing. young hearts run free and bodies push and sink to and fro and to and fro from the bar.

four shots. two girls. more shots. she squeals and coughs into the face of her best friend. her face disappears into her face. coughs. and groans away the thought of a friend’s friend following her with his hand. almost regrets the short black dress riding but. loves her new heels, throws back her hair and hurls herself at her best friend. they fizzle back through hot ebbing bodies.

it smells dark. smells dark and cold. moist. like 3am in october. just after the city has settled. just after the city has forgotten the shitty bits. melbourne is clear. sky. road. river. st.kilda road waits politely to escort sleep to the suburbs. she is gone and needs to get home. eight degrees. cooler. short black dress stumbles to fix her shoe, and wonky eyes. wait, my shoe. just wait, fuck. shit, come on. fuck it. too everything for heels this morning.