The sky is on fire tonight. A warning burns against your back and you scratch it away. You carry your shoulders heavy and your neck heavier, keeping your head down. I watch you drag your feet down the banister, your black chiffon rippling against the ground behind you. You trace your fingers along the railing and I see that your mind is elsewhere. The costume you put on makes it hard to see you, the bloodshot eyes and swollen cheeks. But I see you. It's like watching yourself in a dream. When you watch the scene happening and have no conscious control over yourself. Your Dreams take over and go where they want without your permission. So there I am being kissed by a man who only sees what he wants to see. It's a fantasy world to you, and I'm your fantasy girl for the night. I watch you give me a once over, sipping your tonic and looking at me like a hungry wolf. I hate myself for wondering if you like my dress and the way I did my hair. I wore it the way you told me you liked it. I want to tell myself to leave. Go home sweet girl, take off your party dress, and fall asleep to an Audrey Hepburn film. But when I try to yell my warnings no words come out and I am forced to watch this dream unravel into something grotesque. When your lips linger on my neck too long I lift my head up to resist. The moon is burning bright tonight, and I see the warning I felt earlier kissing burn marks up my spine. I close my eyes and every part of me shutters as your hands rip open the seams down the back of my gown. I feel sick for wanting you, you are nothing to me.
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