acoustic set

The weather was too dreary outside. She has been indoors since 5 am. She never even got out to get her coffee, instead she settled for a cup of double shot chai tea with soymilk for her morning drink. Ceremoniously she lit and inhaled the crisp scent of her slim cigarettes. She played an old Pretenders CD to complete the early morning ambiance in her kitchen – her corner in the flat.

She did not sleep well through the night. Something about her conversation with her friend unsettled her. Yes she has missed out on a lot. She stubbed out her cigarette impatiently and made her way to her dimly lit bathroom. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, raised her right eyebrow in mock disapproval and proceeded to strip. She ran a very warm shower. She scrubbed her body as if some invisible film of dirt was all over her. She toweled off, brushed her teeth and put on her favorite coconut scented body lotion.

She tiptoed to her bedroom, an unnecessary gesture since she was all by herself now. She opened her newly organized underwear drawer. She took out a pair of black lacy bra and matching panties. She distinctly remembered the time and place where she purchased this set. She was out with Eve and Nikki. They visited her for the weekend. She went shopping with them and she thought about getting some inexpensive lingerie for herself. She gingerly put on the panties, followed by the bra. She could not help but gently brushed the tattoo on her back as if fondling the wings of her phoenix, as she clasped the hook of her bra.

She winked and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She feels she has come a long way. Like the past few months have been so long ago. She felt liberated. She felt strong. With her damp towel draped around her, she closed the blinds in her apartment. She never liked the sunlight. She was comforted by the dim shadows in her room.

She thought of putting on her chemise, but decided against it. She walked into her living room and unhitched her guitar from the tripod. She turned on her AC. She pulled the folding stool in the middle of the room, took off her towel and sat down on the chair. She closed her eyes, as if meditating to the humming of the AC. It was getting chilly in the apartment. She welcomed to the appearance of goosebumps on her arm. She opened her eyes and strummed her guitar. She started a sad bob dylan song. Her song for him who had left her. She sang faintly, almost whispering, as if finding her voice.

But her strumming and plucking of the metal strings became stronger, more fervent. Her voice getting louder until finally she can hear herself against the sound of the machine. She did not care for the neighbors. She did not care for anything. She sang her heart out. And cried.


“You just kinda wasted my, precious time, don’t think twice, it’s alright” her song trailed off.

written after an overseas call with fagless hag. she suggested a write a series of entries about the adventures of the black lacey whore. wala lang, emo mode. halay mode.