Midnight, beats pumping, last orders. She watches him; he winks. She smears gloss to hungry lips. Gloss, she thought, it always mesmerizes him.
Morning after; their heads throb, and he induces rejection, mascara tears. Passing her tongue over furred teeth, she walks home with regret. Love, she thought, is more appetising beneath the glitter ball.
©2014.alittlebirdtweets
Very true – the morning after the night before – and walks home, not even a cab ride!
Furred teeth… I love that. It’s exactly how my teeth feel after not brushing.
Thank you. Yes it’s strange how teeth have this feeling when not brushing 🙂
Excellent. 😎
Thank you 🙂
You’re more than welcome.
I look forward to reading more of your work. 😃
Thank you so much. I look forward to reading more of your work too 🙂
Thankk you for sharing
Thank you