And into the night

Time to get dolled up, time to put on the war paint girls. Paint the lips symbolically with blood red lipstick. Let all that see them envision the blood from the broken hearts you leave behind.

The corsets tease with feminine curves, yet remind the world of how unyeilding and inpenetrable your heart can be.

The heels that make men feel small in comparison, the strut that says “Not for you, but you can dream”. And the gaze that says “Do you think you can, little man?”

I want to be a femme fatale tonight, and every night.