It's in her skin

It’s in her skin

The first time was the last time you admitted it

To yourself. Picture it, for a moment;

She’s in the doorway,

Shining with sweat and drink.

It’s all over her body, glistening like the

Skin of bubbles, like gasoline on the

Tarmac ready to burn, but you just

Look at her. Her smoky shadow

Half unfurled in black crows feathers,

Falling past her shoulders, across

Her lower back. She swaggers

Out the door, and in the moments

After it closes shut behind her,

Leaving you alone in the dark,

You rub your eyes and say,

It does things to her…

You’ll remember her skin for the rest of your days,

Even in the amber cast of whiskey mornings.

Source - http://i.imgur.com/iAPEhif.jpg

The painting is called, 'She Only Loves You when she's Drunk'

Painted by u/youngluck - http://www.reddit.com/user/youngluck