FADING INTO THE BLACKNESS

(Notes) on Tuesday, April 12, 2011 at 7:28pm

Handbag bursting out,full of clutter and unnecessary things,each with a long story behind it,she presses the cigarette between her lips,lips blotted in gloss looking all dolled up,she tries to walk in her four inch heels which didn't bother her in the morning,its been a long day,she fervently n furiously digs in her bag to look for a lighter,all she needs is a little filtered tobacco smoke in her lungs to her soul to sort of cloud away and obscure the pain ,she is caught up in the din,as her world spins,faster and faster,she feels like pouring all those things on the street floor,by now the tears don't hesitate to fall,black tears washing from the mascara that once adorned her eyes.she finds it and the cigarette comes alive,white wisps of smoke rise above her as she rests her back on a pole,she watches people move up and down,she smiles painfully at the cruel world...

As her cigarette dies,a lot races through her mind,by God she wants to slash him a thousand times,she wants to see him bleed,she feels betrayed,lacerated disenchanted and back stabbed,she drops the remains of the cigarette and kills the fire with her shoe,she watches as people pass,with smiles on their faces,and feels so hollow and empty since she cant own one..by now the city lights come alive and the daytime restaurants turn into new age clubs and pubs,suits and leather bags are abandoned for more fancy,flashy and skimpy dress-code.,all souped up rides head for the hills where the who's who congregate..her skirt is short enough,her heels r long enough,she lets her hair down time to hit the club..