38. ALL THE WAY DOWN A quiet night,
The moon is at its brightest,
Hidden behind dark clouds.
She quietly walks into the room,
Standing in front of the mirror,
Removing her makeup.
A bright red shade of lipstick smeared off using a tissue to reveal her naturally glossy, pink lips,
Mascara over her mysterious brown eyes,
Erased neatly.
Earrings unhooked,
The shining necklace came off her long neck,
All placed inside a little drawer before she gently pushes it shut.
She pulls up a chair from behind the mirror,
Places it the wrong way intentionally and seats herself,
Her legs spread wide open,
But the view obstructed by the wicked backrest.
Her head resting over her hands,
She keeps staring at me with those bed-room eyes.
Halfway closed,
Blinking every few seconds as she con
