Intoxication (Please, Just one More)

Oh dear,
The princess peels her face from the pillow,
And gazes into the mirror,
Who's that looking back?
Not the sultry siren of the night before,
But a hopeless hooker at the end of a shift.
Stumbles into the shower,
Sits down,
With her knees against her mouth,
Round as an orange,
Orange juice,
And dry toast,
And a warm kiss,
And a gentle hug.
None of which wait for her in the bedroom,
The kitchen,
The lounge
Or the garden.

The empty house has it's furnishings,
The sobbing girl is empty.

It starts with one tear.
Rolls down the cheek numbly from a glazed eye.
Soon followed by another,
And another
And another.
A quiet hiccough sob,
Soon turns into a tirade of hysterical howls,
Shaking with the strength of weeping
Seeping out, her soul darkens until there is nothing left.

What has she left?
She sits in the shower,
Water raining down on sore shoulders,
Curling over curls,
And mixing in with tears.

She has nothing left.
Worn out and washed.
Clambers out of the shower,
Forget about towels and the what not.
Falls onto the cold bed,
Shivers herself
Back to sleep.