She was the redhead sitting at the bar, the locals gasping for air at the crude nature of her jokes. She glanced at me as I walked in, holding the inquisitive gaze just long enough to make an impression. As I ordered my usual single bourbon with one of those large, square ice cubes, her fingertips brushed my side as she circled around me. “Heard you might be back this spring”, she said as her fifth leg nudged mine. The next three hours were a whirlwind of ecstasy. Above a lush garden as the April sun set, we held eachother and shared our memories and dreams. Years later, I would hear that she had lost her mind but still surfaces once a year at that same garden, waiting for someone that would never return. #noir #poetry #doingit (at 4804)

She was the redhead sitting at the bar, the locals gasping for air at the crude nature of her jokes. She glanced at me as I walked in, holding the inquisitive gaze just long enough to make an impression. As I ordered my usual single bourbon with one of those large, square ice cubes, her fingertips brushed my side as she circled around me. “Heard you might be back this spring”, she said as her fifth leg nudged mine. The next three hours were a whirlwind of ecstasy. Above a lush garden as the April sun set, we held eachother and shared our memories and dreams. Years later, I would hear that she had lost her mind but still surfaces once a year at that same garden, waiting for someone that would never return. #noir #poetry #doingit (at 4804)