A stripper named Destiny
By Lab Rat
I met a stripper last night
Sitting alone in a waffle house, smoking parliaments
drinking stale coffee, from a dirty white cup
Wreathed in faux fur, like a funeral shroud
Gaudy make up, and desperation for her late night lament
Dark clothes and darker smudges under her eyes
She smiled at me, i returned the expression
She looked lost, emotionally bruised
maybe I looked abhorred
"hey, c'mere and speak with me"
Her voice was a clash to the image
Like fingernails on a chalk board
I complied
She was dissociatively alluring, charming
She had a peculiar way, felt like scrapped knees
Insistent with her language
Churning up fantastic stories with her talented tongue
A word smith in fishnets and body glitter
She told me her name was
Destiny
she had gorgeous eyes, shimmering and bright
eyes like surrendering
Glowing with their own might, eyes like insanity
We shared a cup, and then another
She spoke
I mostly nodded
"The nights just get so long
and I can't seem to scream out loud enough
So my words are heard, telling where I went wrong
and I can't get my bearings on seas too rough
It all relates to fear, and I think its getting much to late
To win this debate"
I gave her my ear, listening past the curling wisps
of Cigarette smoke and disheveled hair
Her perfume, it smelled like despair
"These fucking animals, pawing at me"
she relates
"could you defend me? Could you set me free?"
She was reeling "I'm scared to speak
Afraid of what might come out
I can't balance, can't get my footing
I can't get the feel
Its all confusion and doubt"
I glanced at the platform heels...
I had no words to console, no answers
I dropped a few bills on the counter for the coffee
The least I could do was pay
I just gave a sympathetic glance
Leaned to press lips to a heavy brow, a wish for reverie
And I smiled
Destiny's way
Comments on "A stripper named Destiny"
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On Friday, February 12, 2016, Clydes_Bonnie
(55) wrote:
You my friend are a story teller. I like that about your writing. The imagery is so vivid and the structure is very well calculated.
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On Friday, February 12, 2016, Lab Rat
(131) wrote:
Much appreciated, sister, much indeed
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On Saturday, January 23, 2016, TwistedSoul
(3) wrote:
Beautifully written. You painted you words in my mind.
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On Saturday, January 23, 2016, WillowGreybird
(23) wrote:
Wow. I don't usually read new works, and even more rarely comment, but this was amazing. It was a story well woven.
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On Saturday, January 23, 2016, Lab Rat
(131) wrote:
why thank you kindly, i appreciate the feedback.
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On Saturday, January 23, 2016, FadedBlues
(2168) wrote:
...late night diner, coffee, learning sad hymns from an exotic dancer - it sure was a night made for poetry...
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On Saturday, January 23, 2016, Lab Rat
(131) wrote:
Its always struck me odd where you find nights light that. Thanks for reading.
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On Thursday, January 21, 2016, Drea
(1443) wrote:
"The nights just get so long and I can't seem to scream out loud enough So my words are heard, telling where I went wrong and I can't get my bearings on seas too rough It all relates to fear, and I think its getting much to late To win this debate"