Vignettes: She Lies in Midnight

Her skin is covered more by darkness than her dress.

The night hides all manner of sin and secrets. Those of her breast and beneath them. Shadows so thick they stitched together the shards of her shattered soul. A void that lured lesser men in and held better men at bay.

She may have been there in that hole for an evening or an eternity.

She wasn’t sure.

In her heart, they felt the same.