Lady Sings the Blues

Her voice, like vanilla and cigarettes,
carries through this place,
allowing each to experience
its
silky,
sultry,
sweet,
assonance.
Circling, entwining around
the head-
a high, effortless note
conveying emptiness
and longing
and desperation;
a barren vessel
coated in a
slinky
scarlet
gown.





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