A necklace of crystallised vomit <br />The perfume of sweat <br />She lies on the kitchen floor <br />Already dressed <br /> <br />Waiting, waiting for the knock <br />Of a friend or lover <br />To share her drunken night with <br />Falling in the gutter <br /> <br />She lies on the kitchen floor <br />Only twenty-three <br />Wondering what happened <br />How did this come to be<br /><br />Esme Varley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clubber/
