There are times in a woman's life
when her lower lip crinkles
because she used a cliche
as the first line of her poem.
This writer enjoys creativity
within words, mixing empathy
and pain like a last call drink
at a late night bar.
"voices whisper- You dont drink"
but the emptiness of the glass
as the bartender speaks "last call"
reminds the inner core of me-
that I'm just as lost as stale perfume
on an empty, abandoned dance floor.
Just one more moment with you..
lingers down a very dark tunnel..
and I can't get the voices out of my head.