Each night after politely working the 9 to 5
she runs inside to slip off her office-wear
tosses aside her brown sensible shoes
and dons the garb of her nights.
Her hair flows down her back in loose curls
body encased in black leather and lace
makeup outlines her flashing eyes and pout
stilettos add six inches to her form.
Within the hour she struts into a new bar
wearing her armor to guard her heart
she scans the throngs of beautiful people
waiting to be accepted into the crowd.
Many hours later she finds herself
in a strange room with a new unknown man
she tip toes away from his snores
and silently slips into the night.
She feels the red-hot hatred build up inside
hating him for making promises and using her
hating herself more for what she had done
knowing it will repeat again and again.