A Drink With Death

As I watched from across the bar,
I could see her pain and emptiness within,
masked by a flawless smile and pretty red dress,
which was probably too short and tight this time of year.

As she pulled out a cigarette
surrounded by brutes,
they scrambled through their pockets for a light,
a chance.

Watching her
I noticed how delicate her neck and shoulders,
and bare,
unlike the other women
who had covered up since my arrival.

She glanced up towards the ceiling,
if only for a second.
"Why won't you answer me?"
No one else noticed, and of course only I could hear her,
but I sensed too long it was left unanswered.
She would get her answer soon enough,
just not from whom the question was intended for.

As she excused herself to go to the bathroom
I took up my scythe and followed.
Outside the stall I waited,
until the floor was stained blood red.
I then took her soul and freed it
from all the tears that it had shed.