Challenging Poetry

designated driver

once, a stranger embraced me,
her breath intoxicating and her
words slurred, as she fixated
on my necklace, which proved,
she told me, that I had a strong heart,
that I had an angel soul,
that I was glowing--
I didn't see it in my sober state,
but I smiled at her
and held my breath
as I unwound her arms from my neck
and watched her pour herself
into a cab for home.

Prompt ▼

Incorporate wine or spirits somehow…