A body wrapped in black lace and a face disguised by a mask of powder, she walks towards the nearest bar pretending to know the person underneath. It is the evening she craves, those hurried romances dead before the hangover reveals itself. And so she waits to hear another gentle word, to find the next stranger to fall in love with. The misery of being left behind the next morning is worth it, for the moment he might look her in the eye. A temporary lapse from constant isolation.
When day breaks, shadows of the previous night fade and shame begins to embrace her. Sometimes, she might be inclined to throw herself off the bridge nearby. To lie amongst forgotten litter, unnoticed by the chaotic traffic above. If only she had the energy. Life in daylight was often wasted in stupor. Inebriated or overdosed on painkillers, she was a woman lost in her own loneliness. Dying to be wanted.
Like a lost mind restrained in the white jacket, she is confined to the wrong skin. A body hidden by material femininity, she attempts to mask the man who remains underneath. In the night, she escapes the prison of a stranger's flesh. From a corpse, she is reincarnated and allowed to flee her distorted life. Yet the truimph is wasted seclusion. The others are blinded by false anatomy.
*Wasted in seclusion - sorry!
When day breaks, shadows of the previous night fade and shame begins to embrace her. Sometimes, she might be inclined to throw herself off the bridge nearby. To lie amongst forgotten litter, unnoticed by the chaotic traffic above. If only she had the energy. Life in daylight was often wasted in stupor. Inebriated or overdosed on painkillers, she was a woman lost in her own loneliness. Dying to be wanted.
Like a lost mind restrained in the white jacket, she is confined to the wrong skin. A body hidden by material femininity, she attempts to mask the man who remains underneath. In the night, she escapes the prison of a stranger's flesh. From a corpse, she is reincarnated and allowed to flee her distorted life. Yet the truimph is wasted seclusion. The others are blinded by false anatomy.
*Wasted in seclusion - sorry!
But other than that i think it is truly amazing and you are very talented! A born writer! Maybe the next Charles dickens lol! Hope this helped!