I need to get out of here. I feel like I am suffocating. I powdered my face, Aligned my lids with thick dark pencil and applied my favourite lipstick. I don't usually carry this color- Dark red. But it makes me feel pretty. I slipped into my red dress tinged with lavender smell, armed myself with two packets of cigarettes and left home deliberately leaving the lights on.
I walked down the street of bars and let a flock of men in their fifties to buy me multiple drinks. After a company is gone, I walked down to the next bar. I patronised bar by bar, holding a bottle of whiskey as I take multiple swigs from it. I don't know where I was heading, I just hope that someone will take me in tonight.
The clicking of my heels are erractic now. I can barely see faces clearly. But I could hear laughters and murmurs darting past. It is as if they were all smiling at me. I stopped every passing person, "Love me tonight will you?" I stumbled upon my words, giggling and managed a wink. Shrugs and shuns. The morning is nearing. I feel my eyes smudged with salty tears. Black tears rolled down my cheeks. I must have looked like a crazy bitch to them.