Seedy back rooms
You follow after a look that lasts a little too long -
your cue to drop the coin in the slot, tune in, drop out.
back to when you were young and free and beautiful.
Back to when the dream seemed attainable and you still believed in chance.
You gave it your all. You really did, my friend.
You let yourself open the door to the outside and look what dragged in.
That one that made you believe in things you knew better than to believe.
And one day you wake up and you realize that the ones you trusted, the ones you gave your heart, the ones to which you exposed your true self, were simply the takers all the while.
They took until you were nearly cracked and with their skulduggerous deeds and lies on their lips carefully parted blowing smoke up your shiny, hopeless ass.
The rain whispered as I made my way.
People running for shelter as I wandered.
No one saw me though I walked among them.
Every drop a baptism into this life from the one where you existed.
And as I meander, my skin gets colder
And the warmth of your final touch is carried away by the wind.
Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.