poem

She awakes from a moonstrangled slumber

The gritty hotel room slowly coming into focus

It's amazing the way that the sun seems to darken the darkest surroundings

Shedding its unwelcome light on overflowing ashtrays

Light hitting empty bottles projecting rainbows on yellow walls

Another day and it'll be a long one

The nights before all start to seep back into memory

Swishing into her brain quicker a swallow of whiskey

Hope lies dead in a pool of blood in the bathroom

As she walks out to greet the day

With a glass-eyed look and fake satin smile

To the strangers that nod a head her way

The door to the bar jingles as it closes

At the anticipation that a new customer has arrived

The men inside all turn her way in hopes they could outguess her

But when they see her silk-covered metal skin they just turn back

Her manners just as perfect as the 1950s

with a gutter mouthed grin as she takes a seat

And lips as soft as petals in the springtime

And hand cold as ice, they grip her drink

The men all know behind the smile it is dead

whatever part of her was once alive

when the picture-perfect husband left her frozen

he left a shell just dying to survive

So now the sad-eyed woman does the motions

goes to sleep at night with just one hope

That the dreams she has that night are full of terror

So she can try to wake again