My shortened dress and lengths of flesh,
Capturing your attention,
I fell into your lion’s den.
The obsession grew,
You wanted a taste,
A piece of me.
I transformed into a quest.
Eyes transfixed on my alcoholic intake.
Lips that laughed and lead you on,
But I did not.
My hazy memory,
I don’t recall asking for anything.
Yet I ventured out alone.
Vision blurry and dim streetlights.
Hunters emerge from shadows.
Stumbling through alleys.
I met you again.
Words fumble out my shielded mouth.
The mumble of my begging,
The faint scream,
Vibrating on fingertips enveloping my face.
Water departing scrunched eyes . Like paper swarming streets, They stand in solitude.