parking lots

something about
the public nature
of lips pressed
together
standing against
my car in an
empty
parking lot
ignoring those
coming &
going
that gets me
every damn time

lipstick signatures

allowing myself
to drift back to
a different time of me
a different side of me
the girl with black hair and
a bright heart
part of me
the un-cynical
un-apologetic
laughter filling the whole damn room
snapshot of a feeling
wrapped up in the art of me
allowing this dead weight
to drop like fallen leaves
as an offering
to the fates
to re-claim my soul
swallowed whole
just to be spit out at my feet
sewn together
from broken fragments
creating new stories
written upon napkins
with lipstick signatures