Noir for the Ninth Day of NaPoWriMo


The Demitasse
by Jay Crider

Sweet bourbon lingers on the air
smoke dances across his face
as the light of night
illuminates.

A terribly saccharin scented perfume
pummel the senses with its cheapness
as the machines message echoes
“Meet Me at Café Noir.”

Suspended water permeates
the darkly lit streets
stealing the drama
of the evening.

Meeting quickly
stealing glances
though forbidden.

The crowd around
oblivious to the
tragic lovers
before them.

Prior the seal of love
upon theirs lips given
thunder roars
tires screech
and
blood drips
into the
demitasse.

Sirens howl
screams flood
the empty buildings

Fin

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