Slut

I remember looking into the mirror and dotting on a slightly brighter shade of lipstick than I normally would.
I remember trying in vain to master a sexy smirk, and then wiping off the lipstick with my right shirt sleeve.
And then, I remember, looking into the mirror and smiling.
I remember the sound my doorknob made when he twisted it open--the brass knob was a little loose and rattled uneasily.
But most of all, I remember the quiet tap the door made when he pushed it closed.
I remember the gentle fluttery feeling of fabric leaving my body like a bird, and that crisp crunching sound when he removed the straps of my bra.
I remember giggling warmly into his ear, because I thought it sounded like it does when you bite into an apple for the first time.
I remember holding his neck and how it felt like a mitt, each vertebrae being specially spaced for my fingers to fasten to.
I remember looking into his eyes, knowing I was ready, and I remember the soft and fuzzy words that were exchanged as we lay our bodies onto the ivory sheets.
I remember my naked lashes locking with his as he lay atop me, and I remember the most tender ease into a pink and effervescent dream.
Champagne.
I remember lying about afterward, warm and soft, and the light pressure of his fingertips playing with my slightly damp, blonde tendrils.

I remember looking down to him, my vision slightly blurred.
My hair was dark, straight, and dirty.
I remember kicking open the door, and slamming it shut.
I remember my comforter like pavement, dark and dry.
I remember his hair like a hedgehog's, dark and dry.
I remember his eyes like abandoned coalmines, dark and dry.
I remember not wanting to touch him, because my hands were so dark and cracked and dry.
In a drunken haze we rolled our bloated bodies onto the bed.
And I remember what wasn't said, and I remember what wasn't felt.
Force and flex, and a dark and dry fuck.
It was over soon.

When he finally left the room, I raised my head to the mirror and saw not a girl, but a slut with a stained smirk. This wasn't champagne, this was cheap beer.