burn to learn....

After days of pacing the floor, screaming into telephones, drunken cab rides, cussing everyone in her path,Charlie Mae sighs and exhales, sitting at her kitchen table, housecoat on, head down, still drinking whiskey. James is beating on her door ....."c'mon baby, let me in". She stands on the opposite of the door, lights a cigarette, puffing quick, quiet exhales, unconsciously patting her hair, "i can hear you charlie....CHARLIEEEEEEE ....CHARLIEEEEE", she giggles to herself, this fool is screaming at the top of his lungs..... "i hear you laughing Charlie...baby let me in....he beats harder.....the door opens.
James walks in, the record player is spinning at the end of a album, empty whiskey bottles by the couch, empty whiskey bottles by the sink, he knows that she has drank herself crazy, she turns to look at him. but god look at that face, still soft, light brown clear eyes, no trace of hard living, but those eyes, set him on fire unforgivingly, he follows a invisible smoke trail back to her apartment, after each time he disappears. No matter what softness, pink lipped, perfumed,perfect woman, he has decided to entertain himself with for a few days, Charlie Mae is his hex.
She looks at him, tears running, she begins to laugh....eyes closed, she holds her heart...its as if at this moment....she realizes his treachery, and she feels it, she feels the ache that she has had for several days, she feels the longing, she remembers the tears under her chin, her foolish heart....vision blurred by rage....
she grits her teeth, picks up one of the empty bottles so quickly, james blinks, and there is a bottle flying at his head....GET OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.......