Noodles

The steam of the boiling water hits my face

Long twisted mass of noodles is ready

Like vines wrapping around an abandoned house

Sunset

Driving home on a chilly evening

Eyes blinded as the sun dips closer to the road

Colors splash across the sky

A canvas of refracted paint

White Girl Wasted

The burn as the clear liquid goes down my throat

The intoxication already settling in

Blurry surroundings, spinning and flashing by

Slowly losing control of the body and mind

But, one more shot.

Stay awake

Two miles more to reach home

Hours of driving, weighing me down

Eyelids heavy, struggling to stay awake

Like trying to lift a boulder to stay alive