Sour-scented sidewalks and shitty people smoking outside bars.
Fingers to dirty her skin, someone to pant into her neck.
Walking hangovers, trembling hands, the edge of ribs and cheekbones.
Shadows grown beneath her eyes, sallow and smudged.
Little sneers, heavy-lidded in his eyes, on her tongue.
In the narrow bar’s hall, next to the bathroom door.
Aches, needs, rough short fingernails digging into her hips.
No rings, no earnest whispers.
No lies, no like.
Only shared cigarette debts.
I’m trying to move apartments and pass my comps, so things may be sparse the next couple weeks on this blog. Its the reason you got whatever the above was for this weeks Music Challenge. Raw Rambles chose Miss You by Alabama Shakes, and we both wrote something.