HIGH HEELS

f i v e

f i v e

I put my high heels on,
walk right out the door.

Her hips swayed to
the music.
She was lost between
the flow of the beat,
and the man
behind her.
Hands in the air,
as if her primal need was to
dance,
she drank in the lyrics
of the song that
led her movements.

put my black dress on;
boy, you've
done me wrong.

She knew he was
watching her.
She could feel
his burning gaze as
it scrutinised her every,
meticulously-planned
move.

I'mma look damn good
for all of your friends.
Don't cry
when you see me again.

With each swing of
her hips,
with every roll of
her head,
he saw a new woman;
someone he'd
never seen before.

Someone ready to
tear him to pieces.

As he watched her,
the music continued to
surround them.
Continued to manipulate
her body,
and urge him to leave,
even stronger than when he
first spotted her
under the lights.

Yet, the only thing
she could focus on,
was the lyrics of
the song
that was currently
running through her veins.

I put my high heels on.