Highlight What You've Done

Bright lights, flourescent, and windows with sunshine and white cielings and walls. Brightness.

She calls him love. "love," she says whispering on phones at work, "come see me." She begs. "Love come take me away," pleading.

Pretty with enough effort. pretty for once. pretty with her feminine legs made sexy with stilletos and lace trimmed skirts. "business attire" she calls it. In her mind it's dress up. Eyeliner, mascara, a little bit of lipstick. Pins here and there to keep herself composed.

And he doesn't even see. The only one that matters, he doesn't see.

"Love," she says whispering to phone lines, "Come see me." She's begging. Puppy, we'll call her. "Love, come take me away." i'm beautiful for you, she's thinking.

rows and rows of numbers, addition, subtraction, highlight what you've done. Debit, Credit, ingoing, outgoing. She assumes she'll be poor again with post-it's on her walls and windows to remind her of this life. A thousand bite sized notes to remind her of this life. Work by the hour, a whore for a dollar.

"please take me away," she's on her knees yearning. She's on the ground, tear stained, eyes shining. "please take me away."

They're talking signatures again. signatures and money orders and phone lines to set up. She doesn't know their game. doesn't want to. She'll close her eyes and only play dress up. She has no right to judge, don't worry, she won't. Closed eyes, not blind. Plugged ears, not deaf. She wants you to know that playing fair never wins. Being honest never pays. What an awful realization for the girl that wanted magic. What an awfu lthing to say for the beauty who's never lied.

"I need you, Love. I need you." She's not saying it anymore. Dreams buried, a cemetary of hearts where moss hangs from trees, toads can be heard, and the fog is always low to the ground.

What happened to her happily ever after. Where is her shining knight now. Where is the tower safe from the wolves. The witches.

She has begged and pleaded with you. She's waited and wanted. She's looked to you so many times. You, her love. You, her savior. She's looked and she's looked.

And now she's turned away.