Her Entrance

With a string of freshwater pearls around her neck
and red nails
she enters the dimly lit bar.
Her stature and quiet confidence challenges
the room.
Not one person can avoid noticing.
The tenderness and broken heart
inside of her is hidden
under the red material that
hugs her curves.
Her green eyes
are all cried out and courage
drips from her fingers.
Oblivious to the attention she is calling
she turns around to look
in the mirror behind her
and re-apply the red lipstick
to her pout.
It's in the reflection that she
notices people staring.
Unphased she turns down her lipstick,
returns the cap
and checks her lips one last time.
"My lips hurt"
she thinks to herself.
In one sweeping motion
she turns around in place.
While turning however
a strand of curly hair falls into her eye.
In a magical way
she catches the eye of everyone
watching her in that second
and suddenly makes them uncomfortable.
She brushes her hair back up
into place
and finally begins to stride across the floor.