boudoir - sky high siren
she waits.
she watches as the traffic ebbs and flows a mile beneath her feet.
seven billion people, there is only one who makes her heart flutter.
makes these solitary hours worthwhile.
late.
she watches the ants make their way home, a place she is far from,
killing time.
the ever glowing lights of this cascading city keep her company tonight.
the coiled spring slowly tightening.
until she hears the sound of keys in the door.
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