her cheeks flush with their longing,
the stolen glances she catches in the dark.
empty promises line her pockets,
her fingers painted red like lipstick stains
glowing in the headache music of nighttime.
she comes in pieces,
the crunch of stilettos on broken glass,
the cascade of her hair,
her lip bitten,
just right,
just there,
and then she's gone,
all at once,
and you can almost imagine she was never there at all.
