a beacon shone onto the
cold stone steps
like an escape stripped of
human consequence

she felt the warmth
but dared not tread upon it

he could breathe life into anything
he touched
& she prayed they'd never
have to shake
hands



though she still sang into
the kitchen sink
if only to remember
that she
could still carry
a tune

He spoke of misbehaving and his beard on my neck sent chills through my skin 
As I stood there with the wind -
blowing and him whispering concern in my ear 
I told him small town, small places
same night, same faces 
When I really wanted to say take me out of here

 I stared out at the light reflecting on the empty parking lot across the way 
To the road that led to his bed in where I layed

His body weight felt heavy on top of mine as I looked at every picture on the wall aligned 
His tongue pierced down my throat while his chain fell cold there on my skin
And he placed his hands up when I felt uncomfortable again

It could've been the drinks or the ***** that made me feel sick
As his mouth kissed my breast,
my ****** between his lips

It could've been the thought of how many times had this man won 
And how my body wouldn't compare even though I was so young

15 years my senior, wanting what he got
Even though I swore my innocence staring at that parking lot 

I sold myself for 2.50
For a ******* beer
Walking away with no number, no plan
Just a mysterious "good girl" who proved she was a *****
Who forgot to shave her legs that night 
Yet still went through that bar door

Never to hear from me again
And never wanting nothing more

Always good enough for just one night;
Never good enough for one tomorrow.