Lipstick dotted her front teeth, and on each eyelid hovered
a dash of electric blue, somewhere in the vicinity of her lashes.
She said: Isn’t it droll, how things seem to go from bad to worse?
She said: A friend in need is a pain in the ass!
She said: Pour me another one, would you sweetie?
She was seldom refused.
And now, suitcase in tow, she smiled at the cloudy sky,
and walked away without a single backward glance.
She said: Any old goat can manage a grand entrance, but
it takes real sophistication to make a memorable departure.
© 2020, by Hannah Six
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