SATURDAY NIGHT GIRL

I'm not surprised

gazing upon him there

in cruel disguise

shattered promises

drape the room

in plastered wonderment

goosebumps turn to hives

crippling self-doubt exposed

I half-way expected him

to break into a

Dion song,

wandering, wandering, wandering

Oh yes, you Wanderer

this stagnant evening air

hefty on my body, on my soul

my shoes covered

in the cement of sorrow

my soul is disintegrating

seeping into the woodwork

and the same old monsters

come out for drama

while Mr. Lust Luscious

roams far and away

silent phone mocking

it's another movie night

yes I understand now

I was never his

Saturday Night Girl

*Image - Courtesy of Pixabay