Bar Fly.

Darling, I wouldn’t be caught dead in your shoes
Shot down and lost in a sea of bodies.
Unknown slick skin sliding
As you move across a sweat soaked dance floor
In a dress made of regret.
Ghostly confidence and the smell of sex on your skin.
His fingers all over you.
Heated flesh,
Sweat and alcohol saliva,
You knew what would happen,
Inebriated frenzy,
And he said you were beautiful.
That dress, he said, Is fucking hot.
And you blushed, and thanked him,
Sense of ill intentions.
Stop!
Please stop…
Oh, oh,
Please, don’t stop!
He bought you a drink
Or four
And through glassy eyes you thought
He was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Apollo glitters on the dim dance floor.
Back rooms and cold concrete
Meaningless and quick
Dignity forgotten as skirts ride high
Time flashes bye, and the room spins
Faster
And faster!
And he’s taking your hand, saying
“Let’s go somewhere private, eh, gorgeous?”
Clothes rustling
Removal is too much of a bother
Hot breath and heated promises
He’s finished with you now.
You knew what this was.
You knew what he wanted you for.
Don’t cry, Honey,
Isn’t this what you wanted?
Cheap, fast, no strings attached?
Drunken promises and illegible numbers on greasy palms.
Hazy thoughts, and you regret every touch.
I won’t laugh, but
Darling, I wouldn’t be caught dead in your shoes.