I stumble through the dark night

Stars gleaming in the sky

Lipstick the color of wine smudged across my lips

A fork still clenched in my fist

The blood of a dead man on my hands

The stench of wine flowing from my dress where he had spilled it

The memories of his screams ringing through my head

His hands that clawed at my face, leaving gashes that no longer sting

My shoes hurt my feet

I take them off, cast them aside

Walking the path bare foot

Each step feels like stepping on broken glass

Collapsing on a park bench

My eyes closing

The world fading to black

Tomorrow I will wake

Only if I have the strength.