Wicked Games

She sits in the corner
against the cold chill of rustic red bricks
hard wood floor beneath her
arms wrapped around herself.
the light reflects off of the rain stained windows
through the blinds.
green, red, yellow lights.
Tall empty bottles around her followed by an Empty glass.
she presses her fingertips against the sides of her head.
I glimpse tears forming in her eyes.
she gives a whimper.
in the opposite corner I lean against the wall
arms crossed.
Cigarette smoke rising in the darkness.
The whimper grows into a sob.
I can hear her breathing convulsions.
She curls into fetal position on the floor.
I feel a burn growing in the center of my chest.
I press the cigarette butt against the ash tray.
I grab my coat and my keys.
I step over her body as I head for the door.
She grabs my pant leg wailing.
I pull my leg away.
The doorknob is ice cold as I turn it.
The lights in the hall flicker as I walk
away.

The song was my inspiration.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9PuAm7d0PA