prom+night


 * this is the piece i workshopped in class. i got a lot of great feedback, but any other thoughts would be greatly appreciated!**
 * ~S** ♥

__prom night__

the night took a turn for the better when she walked in bedraggled from the late spring mist skinny jeans and a borrowed hoodie the hood was up, the face was unforgettable she had was the hint of a smile maimed by a subtle touch of grief those green eyes burning

it is an evening full with bad basement parties she is the girl they all don't know friend of friends, tagging along for just tonight her smile is quiet, and full of hope because there must have been something in the poignant way it wouldn't reach her eyes, round with exhaustion enough was enough, he could tell

when she sat down beside him crossing her legs at the knee he met her eyes dead center when she glanced his way it's after ten, he's still stone sober the friends are all burning and drinking and sweating but the two clear minds hold fast to the glance what in the world is she doing here?

tonight is prom night she says back at home she says and this explains her appearance tonight he thought, she's hoping for anything that could get her out of there and away from whoever made her smile so damn sad

no date? he tries playing on the tender place backfires, of course she'd be there if she had a date and it gives him such a horrific feeling thinking of all the ugly girls with their faces made-up lounging with their legs open while the effortlessly pretty girls all sit alone always so routinely heartbroken

their eyes locked, his conscience starts: are you willing to allow yourself to let her work out her frustrations on you? to kiss you, hold you, stroke your face with her palm as she sighs and pretends you're somebody else? and then he thinks about her all alone there in the basement on prom night

it's been too long since she's kissed like this the passion she shared with the one who's still killing her is dead and buried beyond in the past she hardly remembers what it's like to feel this surge, a mass of tongues, teeth, tissues hands touching, breathing, lips catching eyes closed, the moment transcending

so who is this girl, where has she been? it all doesn't seem to matter, unimaginable she should be in the palest pink floor-length that boy on her arm, corsages and photographs instead she's here, with tears in her eyes indulging on her desire to forget it all he was just there, the right place, the right time

in the basement on prom night is a girl who doesn't belong who still deserves the absolute best he pulled away after minutes, an hour? withdrawing her face, avert the gaze don't forget about me, he sighs getting up she leans her head back and clenches her eyes of course she won't forget you, you're somebody else