Party Girl

Sweat creases under the black and blue rings,
creasing under my eyes.

A vein throbs and pulses,
as neon catapults across the fog.

How quickly we forget where we come from,
as music shakes the cum stained vinyl tiles
of queens from by gone eras.

Many nights were spent,
partying
puke,
rinse,
and repeat.

Don't we all yearn for that youthful high?