my social decline & its fruits

she

and there she was on
the stage she stood
engulfed in marble light
her hair like shadow
following her every step
and her breath was
like spring as a
voice meets silence
in the crimson
opera stage

opal streaks fill her
irises and bangs with
her lipgloss tinted
red as she plays
her manicured nails
on the microphone stand
like how she did
with me last
night when I had
her pinned to
velvet comforters
and kissed
those bloody
lips goodbye