She was going from table to table passing out beers in a bar. I was feeling lost and empty with not much else to lose. She walked over to where I was in a short skirt and high heel shoes. She had on glittery makeup and lipstick as red as blood. She asked what my poison was and I said something strong. She swayed back over to me well the glass full a snake bite, as I tasted it I asked her name. She pointed to the tattoo on her neck and I knew I would never be the same. Sim is what it said