I had to ask.

My eyes work their way up in relief as the manifestation I made up about me being murdered fades away….

The light bounced off her heels in shade of black meant for dread, her fist net stockings covered her pale tone legs… which seemed to go on forever until a short blue denim skirt draped over them. The gaze continues her arms are in fishnets as well fingers covered in rings with different color stones match with some kind of cut off Marlin Manson t-shit. Her arms were bigger than mine.

“What are you staring at…. “

Christ I stared way too long, and she is about to use the urinal right next to me . I was in shock when i saw her face… dyed black hair down to her shoulders , black squared glasses , and a dark red lipstick made me think I was staring at a hot demon… but it was just a goth girl of my dreams…

I whispered out the words “ y y y our a a a girl.. this is the men’s room…”

Towering over me at 6’2 while I’m 5’8 her voice shook my soul..

“ O yeah and you are with that little tic tac in your hands…. “