Lipstick

She walks
Like a cat with taped feet
awkward, frazzled, infuriated
Stalking the night
Her shadows towering across building sides
Bungling along
Disappearing under street lamps
Her heals smacking against the ground
Echoing through every abandoned alley way and dumpster
She sings
Like a radio caught between stations
Loud, undisciplined, obnoxious
Her lips bobbing up and down
Tongue stretched to the roof of her mouth
Making wild gestures with her hands
Her fingernails like acrylic claws
Dancing rapidly through the vacuous air
She jams a cigarette between her teeth
Tightly, carelessly, impatiently
Sucking her mouth around the filter
Lighting it with a harsh clumsiness
Trying to maintain balance
Feet wobbling, trying to grasp concrete stability
She pushes out clouds of smoke
Turning around to watch it temporarily remain stagnant in the air
She glares up at neon signs, the colors swirling like an ice cream dispenser
Her hair falling out, each strand descending on her shoulders individually
Sweater falling around her elbows
Straps flailing down her arms
She trips into a bar, making a scene, all eyes on her
Her body feeding off it like a leach to blood
She throws herself on to a stool
Pointing with her cigarette orders a shot of whiskey
Her limbs wobble with evident toxicity
Eyes averted to blurry concoctions of people
She grabs her drink
Ignoring the liquor pouring down her chin
On to her lap
Red denim wet spots
Heals clanking together
All focus intended for the ash tray
She raises her hand,
Like a cobra about to strike
She thrashes the cigarette into the glass confinement
Watching helplessly, thoughtlessly as it plummets to the ground
Shattering into incapable proportions
Her red lipstick reflecting in it's tattered essence