The Last Candle
It's her birthday
they took her out for prime rib
bar hopping
now they've stumbled into
the only place in town
without a closing time
Now she's doing shots with a couple locals
who are buying...investing...
She leaves a pair of pink lips
after every birthday shot
reminding them in slur-speak
that its her birthday..
"oh is that so" they say in unison as if they've heard
it for the first time".
...somewhere between midnight and regret
the last candle flamed out on the cake.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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