Shaky fingers,
touches that linger,
bruises that cover her arms.
Desperate stares,
men that don't care -
empty words abundant in charm.
Cigarette smoke,
dancing that provoke
strangers to move closer in.
Eyes painted black,
shot glasses thrown back,
lipstick stains that cover his skin.
No one wants to sleep alone,
"Could you give me a ride home?
Of course, I can walk alright."
Roofied drinks,
missing links -
"What happened last night?"
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
Shaky fingers,
touches that linger,
bruises that cover her arms.
Desperate stares,
men that don't care -
empty words abundant in charm.
Cigarette smoke,
dancing that provoke
strangers to move closer in.
Eyes painted black,
shot glasses thrown back,
lipstick stains that cover his skin.
No one wants to sleep alone,
"Could you give me a ride home?
Of course, I can walk alright."
Roofied drinks,
missing links -
"What happened last night?"
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