The scarlet girl always had a a wild mess of blood-red curls
Up in a bun
Smothering those pale lips of hers
With cherry lipstick
Shaking those wide hips
She always told me
That life was meant to be spent
Sipping colorful cocktails
On beaten and crumbling rooftops
And twirling around
In flashing and loud nightclubs
There came a day where the poison that she had consumed
Finally caught up
And I watched as she fell to the floor
The russet bottle she was holding crashing to the floor
And somedays I hope
That my scarlet girl is up there
Dancing
And that red heart of hers pumping
Full of life