Black Heels

A Poem

Photo by Sunny Ng on Unsplash

Illuminated street lights have become the flickering bathroom lights

As we look into the rusty motel mirrors.

Our eyes red, puffy and teary

From what we’ve endured in our lifetimes.

Her name runs through your mind,

Like a song without lyrics

A melody with no story to hold.

We wore black heels to walk these streets

Cigarettes hanging off our red painted lips

While a lighter in hand of a stranger who’s tattooed remind you of that parlour,

That parlour near the South of the city

With the bright LED lights and the prints on the wall.