It was 4am at a drugstore

The 24 hour sign was humming

Who would walk through the door at this hour

Only those in search of numbing

Then, in came Delilah

With calloused feet

And chipped nail polish

The color of a beet

Her heart was covered in spikes

Lips as red as her tear stained cheeks

Tongue like a dagger knife

Her mascara pouring down in streaks

She picked up a pack of cigarettes

And a 99 cent candy bar

Then went to stand in line

With an array of people who were very bizarre

She stood stagnant like a piece of furniture

Gathering dust

Or an old abandoned car

Just starting to rust

When she got to the front of the line

She payed what she owed

And the cashier gazed through her hollow silhouette

Like she was a mountain about to implode

When she left the store

He couldn’t shake her off his clothes

And for the rest of his days

He wrote about her in prose

The girl who smelled of lavender and salt

Who quieted a room with one look

From her eyes of cobalt

You could tell she was an unfinished book