The lady in red has just walked in,
The one with a bit of sin.
Her short red dress,
Drawing her much needed attention.

She steps in with one glittery black heel,
Crushing her cigarette with the other.

Envy, blooms from her heart
Traveling down the depths of her tattered soul
“That used to be me,” she thought

And its true,
She was as pure as the girl in blue,
But she had traveled down the dirty road,
The one we call success,
That’s brought her to her knees,
Hoping and praying, to no avail.

But it was no use,
This girl would learn someday,
There is always a price you have to pay.

“I used to be a girl,” she thought.
Truly appalled to think of it,
As she looks in the hazy mirror.

Her jet-black dark hair in a short trimmed bob
Her eyes heavily lined with the tips winged out.
Her lips ruby-red, slightly upturned, in knowing,
A beauty mark penciled in just above it.

She had become her dream
And her nightmare.

She sauntered,
In a slow seductive walk,
To the bar.

She watched the bartenders eyes travel up and down her body,
But this was no surprise
“What can I get for you ma’am?”
and in her deep voice, gravely from years of smoking she answered:
A bourbon, better yet, make that two.


Then her name was called,
She took her time.

She was just another girl,
Seduced by the promises a stage life brings,
Broken-hearted over her all too quick demise,
Judgmental, harsh from years of reigning madness,
Bitter from the countless heartaches she’d endured,
Scarred by the dawn of reality,
Marred by the death of her dreams,
Remorseful of the virtue she was too late to save,

These were the things that led to her destruction,
But the worst sin of all was her own denial.

Convincing,
Time after time,
That she was right,
All was well,
The world was good,
Her husband loved her,
Her friends really cared,
She wasn’t as alone as she felt,
She Was Happy.

Her stilettos echo throughout the room,
As she steps in the spots she already knows,
Follows the path she has traveled countless times,
The one with no return.