Sitting in the darkness, mascara runs on her face
Her hair is limp, her grace is gone..
her lipsticks paled, and cracking now
her nose is slightly runny
her arms and legs are bruised and cut
her nail polish is chipping
her cocktail dress so neat and clean
now wrinkled, torn and dirty
her feet are blistered and sore
from her drunken stumble dance
her trembling hands touch beat down carpet
carpet that feels like she does
old and abuse, torn and battered
leaning back against the wall,
she can hear the sound of mice
perhaps making their home there
and shes jealous... where is her home?
where is the love she's longing for
the love she thought she earned last night
in her drunken, clumsy naked dance
she cant even remember his name
she wipes her smeared lipstick,
and tosses the bottle away.
She's nothing special to him now
Nothing to the world
As she gets up and stumbles for the door,
Her youth is gone, and with it her appeal,
She thinks with disgust of the men she passed up
all with families while she's alone
one night stand after one night stand,
she doesn't mean a thing to them...
She's simply yesterday's girl.
Author notes
Picture Credit: http://evilxelf.deviantart.com/art/Yesterday-s-Girl-38650200
This picture made me think of the morning after a one night stand, I dont know exactly why, but I went with it.
A contest entry
- May I Prompt You? by Manda Kathryn.
300 points, ended October 3, 2008, 26 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The gripping imagery throughout this is excellent as I am pulled into the world of it all; I could almost hear her lipstick cracking on her lips and face
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Thank You & Best of Luck
Stay safe
~Manda
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amazingly beautiful. nothing more to say.
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Love your take on the prompt. Good luck!
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You have captured the picture prompt quite well. Stunning imagery makes for a sad and heartfelt poem. Terrific write!! Take care, Sandy
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Wow
I love the discription in this poem,it's great!
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