It was nine p.m., the dress was already on and her image in the mirror kept her eyes shinning as if it was a reflection of her own confidence in such a cheap, near to the end dress. It represented anything like a dream that would start a fire, a nightmare to some men around the corner. She knew the effect of her presence in men's deepest thoughts around town, but she would like to go further on, she'd rather strike a pose and grab the attention of someone else. Someone over the top, a resounding change in her lifetime experience. Maybe she would get a job in up scale Hollywood, not the old rag of a town she knew as her own since she was seven and her mom dropped her off at school, only to never come back. Maybe, she thought, I could just have a good time and forget I'm a big nothing in this empty apartment. Anyway she'd get it, she'd only get it if she tried and that's what she did.
The door was calling her out, the night was fond of her name, it was herself by herself and that was the way she knew how to be.
The cheap and old shoes led the way. The sound of the heels against the wooden floor awoke the old lady who managed the pig hole they all lived in, she didn't mind it, the wind blew fresh through her hair, but the smell of cat piss didn't break the charm, she walked down the sidewalk sure of where to go but not of how to get in...
The door was calling her out, the night was fond of her name, it was herself by herself and that was the way she knew how to be.
The cheap and old shoes led the way. The sound of the heels against the wooden floor awoke the old lady who managed the pig hole they all lived in, she didn't mind it, the wind blew fresh through her hair, but the smell of cat piss didn't break the charm, she walked down the sidewalk sure of where to go but not of how to get in...
