Old Again
Rust. Age. Dirt. There was some wine. There were some tears. There were bad jokes and recollection of sin.
She was nasty almost raunchy to the point of nausea but you craved more from her. She was ugly. Sexy ugly. Foul. She made you want her. To listen to follow to be her. No. That's unacceptable.
Avoid. Avert eyes. She's not there. Yet she was. Loud, bold and obnoxious yet disgustingly inviting.
Her dress was stained with mystery statements of last nights golden knee pads rewards. Her hair stiff and greasy and her teeth black rimmed green trimmed and that laugh. That awful contagious laugh. The throaty gurgle and the raspy drag queen bass of her voice. She was so horrible. Do you want more? Yes.
We all did. There was talk and lies and nobody wanted to admit she was in their blood. Now here we are. Time stopped. She lies still as she did so many nights for so many people yet this time her heart has ceased. Rust. Age. Dirt. Goodbye.
Her baby will never know her. The new start. Men smiled. It begins over again. Just like mom.
Rest. Rage. Flirt.
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