'funny of you to come and watch me'

she asks
legs folded
prim and
primed
and
proper
eyelashes like
windswept shades
shadows of
claws
against the
soft fabric
of her
eyes

'maybe it was fated we meet here'

it is
her home
afterall
what luck
they would
both meet
in her
home

'its not
breaking in
when you
left the
door open'

she is not
impressed
and I
can relate
to the
subtle
curl
of her
rogue lips
like she
just tasted
ash
and it
reminded her
of the
empty
fireplace.

'its rude
to knock'

'I have
a bell
for a
reason'

'I was busy
before you
came.'

its a lie
clear as day
cut as fine
as bread
rough and
hacked
like
flesh
she lifts a
nail
letting it
swish
like evening
gowns
and
fluttered
mascara

'its rude
to knock'

she said

and the room
emptied.