Forensic Facade
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I stumble into the bar, shouting for another drink. The bartender looks me over, trying to think. He wonders if I can handle another shot, but if I were him I would think not. I see her there across the bar, her hands are always shaking, and covered in scars. She’s got bruises on her neck that seem to be fresh, and cuts on her face deep into her flesh.

Forensic Facade

I stumble into the bar, shouting for another drink. The bartender looks me over, trying to think. He wonders if I can handle another shot, but if I were him I would think not.

I see her there across the bar, her hands are always shaking, and covered in scars. She’s got bruises on her neck that seem to be fresh, and cuts on her face deep into her flesh.

I’ve seen her before, but tonight she looks rough. I see it in her eyes, she’s had enough. I know how she gets her cash, her line of work is a dangerous task.

She wears black lipstick, overdrawing their size. And thick fake lashes to disguise her tears when she cries.

I know that I am what she needs, without me, her heart just bleeds. I would pay double for a night with her sweet face, taking her back to my place.

Our eyes meet, and I make my decision as she stays in my line of vision.

I’m going to pay for a night, just one, so I take of my wedding ring, ready to have some fun.

As I approach the pretty young thing, she slaps me quick, screaming that I am an unfaithful and sick.

She has a familiar face, one that I recognize as to be my wife. She tells me to run, as she pulls out a knife.

She screams at me for being unfaithful, thank goodness though, this is all just a fable.

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