my halo is made of glitter dust
i lay in the bath the ghost of ophelia floating on
disgust in troubled waters the deep
shame at having to play
the remember his name game

i do recall the rapid machine gun style shots
slamming down the empty glasses into
an advancing cloud of laughter
now it’s in reverse
it’s coming back to me
someone handed out the pills said

if we time this right we could peak just as
we hit the floor
just as the dj’s kicking up some d&b from the
gulley and building it and building it we
walk in on euphoria and BANG we take off
to another level
a secret level
cloud nine and a half in 0.1 seconds baby
fireworks sparkles and banging
tunes but right now my head hurts with a bass
line that’s industrial i haven’t slept since
thursday night and i have to appear
proper miss efficient drew by morning good blah
morning blah blah blah
‘cos apparently i’m the max
factor face of the company WRONG
i’m a whore and/or a shitty paid receptionist
wearing boots number seven
suffering another comedown wishing i could
report my lost or stolen self-respect like a credit
card and just get a new one
start again

the dress i wore last night all crumpled
and empty on the bathroom floor
it’s stained with regret and needs
a good bio wash at sixty degrees
spin cycle

Writing under the name of iDrew to co-ordinate with her titles, Essex girl Drew has previously been published in many magazines. She enjoys shopping, boys and clubs but claims these are all merely research for her writing. She is one of the founding members of the Clueless Collective.
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