starring role ☹ punk l.r.h. feat. punk c.t.h.

0.2

I approached

the bar,

my heels

clicking

like the

chiming

of a grandfather clock

on the wooden

flooring,

the casual flip

of my raven black hair

being

the only thing

that acknowledged

the needy,

hungry stares

of the

carnivorous

men.

So,

I took a seat

at the bar,

ordered

a martini for two,

and waited.

I knew what

was to come.