It was dark in the bathroom of that downtown club.
A dirty mirror,
A fuzzy stare.
Blue walls enclosing her and the person she sees.
A suffocated room;
Blue like her mood,
But the dress is her favorite black;
Color of her eyes,
Color of demise.
Everything is summed up in that tainted mirror -
A grimy room,
Dirty too soon.
Music blares through those blue walls -
Her favorite kind,
The kind she’d like to dance to in that black dress.
Scarlett of the night
Dances in the spot light.
But her reflection won’t let her leave.
A mesmerizing picture,
Product of liquor.
She’s had too many drinks of that vodka mixture.
The room is blurry;
Her conscience buried,
The sensation of alcohol is in her blood.
A smooth mix,
An utter hex.
There’s no better place than this moment in time -
A bathroom stall,
Reflecting blue walls.
She can hear music bump louder in here.
Thump like her heart,
A beat apart.
But there’s nothing more real as this tainted mirror.