Rejection

Final wisps of smoke drifted up from an ashtray, caged birds trying to flee. 1

Her feet were on the table, tap-tap-tapping and 2

A cigarette, unlit3

hung from her lips. 4

Just a moment ago he had left her there, a glass of wine denied. She was naked and the sounds of the 5

television6

were only in her head.7

The door was a crack open, with all her clothes strewn about the floor.8

Who would've known the consequences of such a phrase? The one that slipped from her mouth, like her current cigarrette would at one point in time.9

It was hot out, and she knew she was all alone. The simple, cowering thoughts broke through the drift of thoughts about her rejection. 10

Finally, she stood, pulling a blanket around herself, and moved deliberately into the room-behind-her-room. On the wall, in red and black ink, crazed letters spelled out names, some crossed out. Her hand slid to "Damien", fingers stroking across the letters sensually.  11

A flicker of emotion flashed in her eyes, and she picked up one of the markers strewn about the floor and "x"-ed out the name in one strike.12

"Good night~" She smiled, no hint of wickedness in her words, as all of it was hiding behind her eyes, spinning into a plan.13