A bad mood.

A bad mood,
that’s what the drink was called
she downed it within minutes
allowing it to hit her bloodstream.
However she felt nothing different.
Shit…was she always like this?

She asked the bartender
again for the name of that drink.
A bad mood.

Damn, she asked for another
she couldn’t accept that
one wasn’t enough
not enough to alter her state of being
she’d have another
and another
and still she felt no different.

Do you have anything else?

The bartender nodded
this one is called happy.

She took a swig
and within a matter of minutes
she felt an uplifting feeling inside her.
Damn, I guess they’re right
I am just that miserable.

Bartender can I have another.

Another shot at happy coming right up.

She shook her head
no I want another glass
of what I had before the last
I rather feel safe in my bad mood.
Happy is so
sporadic and socially suffocating.
If I get to happy
I might actually have to make…

Small talk
the bartender smiled
I take a shot of it every night.

No, she cried out
please no.
You couldn’t give me
enough shots of happy
to make that drink tolerable.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina