ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

The Desolate Girl

High heels,

Little black dress,

Curls in the locks,

Roses on the lips,

Cheer on the cheek,

But tears in eyes,

With a bottle clinking across,

Through people,

She goes.

Washed away,

By some distant sorrow,

Maybe,

She has lost someone or something,

But next,

I see the most beautiful thing ever.

She covers up a loss,

By losing herself entirely.

On the beat she strikes,

Losing herself

Yet again finding

A connection,

From deep within.

Palms raised upwards,

Towards the light,

Soaking in the blinking,

Dancing lights.

She found something,

I hope,

She did find,

Herself back.