pleasantries
and paltry platitudes,
the room was filled
with fake
injected cheeks, lips
frozen smiles
enhancements and
exaggerations
I drank to enjoy misery
I drank to kill company
I drank to be someone else
anywhere else but there
the clock, the fucking clock
wouldn't move fast enough
so I decided to die instead
she looked at me
she smiled
but I was already gone
(Night Out by Victor Ostrovsky, exposuresfineart.com)
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