Night Life

May 30, 2011
By , Lakota, ND
I woke up in the night life of the Bluetown Cafe.

Opened my eyes to strange faces.

That couldn't seem to stare anywhere else.

The walls shook-until the wallpaper was gone.

The tables remained still, and the people kept walking.

Walking-and staring.

I rose from the booth, and kept my balance through aftershocks.

Opened a door-to a room carrying a mirror.

My eyes darker than the night outside.

My heel broken-cracked.

Ankle swollen.

Beautifully ugly-embracing dissatisfaction.

I ruined myself-the cafe owned me.

Took me in.

From the long journey across the street.

From which I killed my insides.

And wound up alone.

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