Waiting

Her,

lips stained, red

the same colour as her nails

slightly tipsy

she waits

her skin,

a musk oil sin

shining with little sweat beads

in the summer heat

she waits

carefully styled hair

hanging limply

she waits

a slight tremor in her hand

the last sip in the glass

a tear of regret

knowing this

will also pass

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