I.
There is a woman in red that dances with the devil. I can see her shadow laughing at me. The woman in the window might be my misery but it's impossible to look away. Maybe it's that car crash kind of deal. The only difference is that every time she crashes she gets back up and rams the wall harder. Lunacy. But whenever I see her smile I know that she's waiting for me.
Cigarette after cigarette I spend my time waiting for her. When I pass her in the hallway she smells like ashes. I carry an extra lighter.
II.
She had a look that dared anyone to pour pigs' blood on her on prom night. Wide eyes and bared teeth for all to see. Sometimes a girl has her off days and she happens to have those every day of the week. Her chest rises and falls with deep breaths. There is a calm in the air as everyone waits for the storm to hit. Ripping out hair, ripping off skin. We aren't very sure what to expect from her. But she just walks away from us all.
And I stood there. I swear she looked back at me.
III.
There is a woman standing under a street light. Even covered by shadows I can tell the outline of her body from a mile away. Maybe I should go into detective work. Smoke is flowing from her mouth and I smirk. Does she look more like a runaway or Vivien Leigh? The way that she is standing reminds me of a picture I saw. Vivien was standing in just the same fashion. Maybe that is where the red comes from.
"Killing yourself?" I ask to my own amusement.
"Only if I take everyone else with me."
I have a tragedy.
