Seducer of the Night

Who am I? I wonder.

As I am overcome by this rush of haziness,

blinding me from what a mess I have become.

 

As each drink disappears it begins to affect

the organ internally medial to my ears.

Depressing my judgment as to who I think I am.

 

But wait, at the turn of fate I am no

longer afraid of men hurting me.

But instead, have become the seducer of the night.

The kind of person who feels almighty

as my victims fall to their knees…

Powerful in the midnight dance,

initiated by drunkenness.

 

All fun and games. Until the next day.

When I realize the only person

dowsed by shame is me. 

For the person

I thought I was by the end of the bottle,

was only hurting the respected person

I had been fighting so hard to be.