stars

stumbling into broken dawn
she falls
sedated by a glamourous glass
tumbler
she's not longer a movie star
her long blonde locks
tangled into heartless knots
her masacra smudged
from rolling tears
tears of laughter
that echoes through starry
skies.

He leads her to the light
laughs at the
ravenous holes in her ebony stockings
he mind wanders elsewhere
possibly on the ground
to where she next falls
black.

He worries.
She awakes.
She laughs.

Grabbing another swig of his
contradictory thrills
she presses her cool lips against his
breathing in his last cigarette
she giggles
swaggers
falls.

Unaware she lingers in the evening.
the flashing evening lights
seduce her
drag her into a world of
intrigue.
She loves it.
And it loves her