Black Tears by J.C. O'Neil

She wears those 5 inch stilettos,
matching ruby red lipstick,
gold eyeshadow with
wing tipped eyeliner.

Night out with her girls
to keep her mind
off of the asshole
that broke her frail heart.

It’s just a lace chemise,
an attempt at covering her feelings,
something a little tequila
helps to suppress his memory.

She’ll flirt, a little
bat her eyes, a little
drink, a little.
just a little.

She won’t go home with anyone.
Not the accountant with the good hair,
or the lawyer with the Armani suit,
or the leather clad biker.

They’re not him.
Not the guy who knows her.
Not the guy who breaks her.
Not the guy who can fix her.

It’s just a lace chemise,
a made up face,
red 5 inch stilettos.
An attempt to hide her feelings.

She’ll stumble to her room,
kick off those shoes
and pull off the lingerie
hidden under her dress.

She’ll slip on his t-shirt
he left at her apartment one night,
forgotten, like the makeup on her face
leaving a trail of black tears to her pillow.

J.C. O'Neil is a writer living in Cheswick, PA. He studied English Writing at the University of Pittsburgh in Greensburg. Between balancing work life, writing life, and family life (a beautiful wife, a sassy three year old, and fearless one year old) he's managed to have his poetry published by the Mad Poets Society and his stories in the Authors' Tale Anthology series.