Stains

Bourbon spilled wood that decorates 
the bones of these lowly places you avoid,
knows how many tears I've been leaving behind.
Mascara has been running unchecked,
while the glass has painstakingly memorized
the weak grasp of my cold trembling hands, 
traced the tremors of my mumbling lips. 
I let them fall - the angry tears -
unabashedly letting anyone see
through the rift into my bleeding heart.

It is scandalous.
Nearby someone whispered to their beloved
that I left my dignity at home,
that I need to Lyft the hell out of there
before I embarrassed myself some more. 
But the stares, a fine mesh of lewdness and pity
no longer nudge my cares as I let it all show,
the bareness of my weeping soul. 

That dress you said clings to me in all the right places,
now reeks of cheap cigarettes & smoke rising
from the charred dreams of you loving me. 
Someone kind has come and sits next to me.
Drinking silence with vodka on the side,
we both say nothing and each understands
this familiar tale that has been lived once in a while 
by the luckiest of us still alive.

I finally get up to leave, 
gulping down the last drop of that Sterling burn.
Letting go of the glass that had become a loyal company,
I give it an unceremonious goodbye 
with a loud thump against the welcoming counter of oak.
As if the aloofness of the one who brought me here
would somehow show the signs of cracking too... 

Your craven heart never could make a stand
& now all I have are stains from a slushy mix of memories
peppered with crushed hopes. 
My anonymous kind stranger who had been sipping
on her share of hurt,
before I leave, she says to me to use a little soda, cold water
and bleach to remove the dirty spots. 
I only respond with a smile 
because deep down my soul knows 
that the bruise of your betrayal is never coming off.

©EntangledDesigns

Free verse or a story with a poetic flair… I don’t know what this is but I do like it. 🙂

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  1. It’s beautiful writing, that’s what it is.I envisioned every moment and felt the hurt and anger. Not just that, no, it is patterned with sorrow and heartbreak. It brought tears to my eyes. ❤😢❤

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