Sparkles at Night

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl #415

Words:  sham, shimmy, fit, wrap, call, choke, lift, spray, corner, scars, dawn, shell

She’s a sham. She shimmy-shakes–
choker on her neck–wrapped in
fitted red velvet, unsuccessfully
hiding her scars. Last call at
the bar. She click-clicks over
to the corner, sits down, and lifts
her glass. One more before
shell-pink dawn sprays the sky,
and she must take her leave.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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