Accident?
In the navied night - weaving through the dappled darkness libation lingers warmly lapping her breast - licking her nipples hard - pounding with whispered wondered memory – of the echoed clink of first fine crystal glittering – of walking into that room of plenty on strong long young legs – of her sacrificed self, toll charged entry under the skeletal hand chill against bared back – of her young manicured nails gleaming lightly on that proud turkey-necked man languidly leering her among them – more than he had any right to touch- beyond any natural right to handle. Memory rippling running as windswept waves – of lacivious heads staring - at her - lithe and suddenly stunning in her still-store-tagged dress. Just two hours agreed, a quick ask for settle in the hallway and now out in the cold navied night, in the dappled moon silvered darkness – that oak tree appearing as scornful sentinel sent confused from its roots to stand witness to her hurtling headlong path – “Trouble?” a voice drifts distantly from Mars dripping into the pooling blood in the navied night as crystal shatters and all fades to undappled certain solid forever black.
