Tequila Sunrise

so, what about last night? this morning, you’re blaming it on too much tequila. not that cheap kind, but the kind with the intoxicated worm in the bottom of the bottle that you’re suppose to eat to finish off your high. you shouldn't have eaten that worm. see, that worm caused you to raise your hand when you should have been bowing your head. that worm caused you to call me out of my name when you should have been begging for mercy. that worm made you forget that I was the mother of your child, not your baby's mama. Now, daylight casts black streaks across your face as it seeps between the cracks in the blinds. But they will fade when the sun fully rises.