It was a quarter after the clock striked 12mn She decided to go wear her favorite dress tonight She makes sure it hugs her body perfectly tight But as she looks in the mirror, she sobs and thoroughly cried
It’s 1:30 am and she went for some drinks At the club, she dances to brush of whatever she thinks After a while, a man walked unto her after giving her a wink Without knowing his name, they kissed relentlessly in just a blink
The clock ticked at 3:00 am and the man is now gone Leaving her with some smudged lipstick and simply alone She was smirking while in the thought of what happened Someone noticed her and gave her the attention she needs
She drank a little more—no, she drank a lot She continued drinking until she doesn’t feel anymore She’s tipsy, she’s wasted, she can no longer take it Still, she lits a cigar and whispered, “****, it.”
It’s almost 4 am, she is starting to sober up She just finished her 5th cigar and decided to leave the club On her way to her place, she started grabbing and pulling her hair Tears continuously flows from her eyes everywhere
She reached her condo, and started to unzip her dress She then checked herself in the mirror blunting, “What a mess.” She touches her naked body and examines it with disgust She screams, she curses, and hurts herself like it is just
6:00 am, spaced out, she lies on a corner of the wall Her alarm rang and unconsciously, she makes her way to the hall She prepared herself as she goes off to work She bangs closing the door, “I don’t want to be me anymore.”