beautiful mistake

sunlight, how she hated it.

the way it catches her off-guard

and ruptures her dreams in mid-flight.

she wrapped the blanket around her

exposed flesh and stood up.

“i need a cigarette.” she thought

morosely to her self, longing for a

quick fix and ignoring the dead stranger

sprawled beside her on the bed.

she seized a glass on the table

and devoured what was left of the cheap

champagne in one sip.

her world was still spinning

but she didn’t care.

she put on her skimpy outfit

and didn’t bother to check her reflection

in the mirror while walking out the room

with her kitten heels and slamming

the door shut behind her.

when she arrived at her own apartment,

she took a quick hot shower and donned

a baggy shirt with matching jumper.

she turned the stereo on and

played her favorite song.

tying her hair into a loose ponytail,

she started to move her body to the

beat of the music, grabbed a paintbrush

and began to add some color to a

canvas with an unfinished sketch.

she suddenly remembered his smile.

it was a dangerous kind of beautiful,

like he knew something she didn’t.

without wings, her memories lay crucified

while they self-destructed and plummetted further

much deeper inside her lungs and into disgrace

as she inhaled the atmosphere, willing

herself to remember how to breathe.

she was god’s beautiful mistake,

uncertain like an afternoon rain

and imperfect like an

unfaithful moon.