The Stage (Mystery Man)

Coming home from another night
Hair tattered, make-up smudged, lips raw…
Clothes filled with the aroma from the club…

I drop my bag on my bed and look at the clock on my bed stand
4:09am it reads

I sigh letting the night’s wonderment pass through me
I look in the mirror…
My hair an auburn red long down my back…
My green eyes huge and glimmering with the blackened eye liner,
My pale skin, white as snow…

But what’s inside me?
This creature of yearning and desire?
Craving the touch…the kisses…

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This creature connects with people and sees what’s beyond the eye
She dreams in the delight of art…weaving herself in the fibers of canvases…loosing herself…
Running days on end…further and further…
Wants to be a good person
Strong morals and works harder day by day

Embracing life
Dancing the nights away with energetic souls
But this night it happened…
The lights on the dance floor flashing and moving throughout everyone’s bodies
Laughing and moving wildly… and then…all eyes fall on her as she climbs the stage…
Walking slowly…her silver heeled shoes clap on the ground beneath her…
Grabbing the microphone in her hand she looks out at the crowd, heart pounding…
All eyes on her…watching every move she makes

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breathe…
The room grows silent…

She bends down to the floor…her dark green silked dress falling gently between her smooth legs…
And then she screams it out
Letting out all the pain from years gone by
Letting out the sane girl which once was inside
Taking it deeper; letting it in
All the daggers in her back twisting inside
All the blisters on her feet…blood forming on the floor
Running
Running

The crowd watches this woman in pained anxiety
Watches her collapse on the stage with tears smearing down her face
Blood covering her feet…
The microphone still in her hand
Body sprawled out on the cold floor
Eyes closed…
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Tonight was different than any other night for me
Spending it mostly on the floor with no one watching over me
And then finding myself in the arms of a man
Whose arms would hold me tight and make me feel safe
I never even saw his face
This beautiful man who took care of me…