Midnight Moth

At the center of a soggy bar. She wore a polka dot smile. A tornado of graceful magnificence. Like a spray of funeral flowers Against a leather studded sty. Inside my head, I drunkenly prayed. "Angel flee into yesterday-immediately. Before we dip you in our bile and drink. Don't become like the rest of us!" She won't listen (they never do). She'll become Suzy shot glass. Sporting a smoker's cough. Spit out -split in half. A powdery little midnight moth.