Corporate Suicide

She always told me that she loved the way I dance – said it reminded her of broken hearts. The way I drank vodka and smoked Marlboro Lights. I didn’t understand then like she wanted me to…

We could do it all night, Sarah and I, til the sun’s blanket fell from it’s vibrant body and the morning brought to us unwanted light. We’d walk back to your flat, strip to our underwear and hold each other tight on top of the blankets, warmed by the drink and a new day’s light. Back then you were the girl of my dreams.

Now your lacklustre smiles replace a mouth that used to glow, I no longer know what you know. When I see the gold adorning your wrists, I remember the beads that belong there – and the leather we bound ourselves to each other with.

You no longer mention the days of vodka and dancing. You sip champagne adorned with strawberries next to your doting fiance’. You never ask me to visit for lunch anymore as your workmates snicker at girls like me.

I don’t mind. I’m not into visiting scenes of corporate suicide. What pleases me now is that somewhere in your heart, you’ll forever be dancing with me.

Corporate Suicide

Melissa Vowell

Slacks Creek, Australia

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