there's no way she goes home alone at nightMature

There’s no way she goes home alone at night.
Her eyes are sad but her mouth is twisting into
a perfect smile, dazzling and gruesome in a way
that sets her beauty ablaze, so bright it actually dims 
the rest of the room. She is all classic drinks and 
pearl earrings, all silk black dress sucking up 
all the other light. The bartender knows her as 
"dirty vesper martinis", the word vesper falls 
from her lips like a tease, he says, and you believe 
him because there is still a shiver in his voice 
like the memory of it has coiled around his spine 
and clenched tight.

The End

32 comments about this poem Feed