3 of 4 in a series of short stories inspired by Nina Simone’s Four Women.

My skin is tan
My hair is fine
My hips invite you
my mouth like wine
Whose little girl am I?
Anyone who has money to buy
What do they call me
My name is Sweet Thing
My name is Sweet Thing

– Nina Simone

Curled up like a fern, she lay in the silk sheets.
Hair unfurling around her face like poison in water.
Her lips are bruised, swollen and red from passion and blood.
Ready to taste, to drink.

The only lights are yellow and blue.
Cowardly in the dark, they glow softly through the windows.
Some reaches her skin and stains.
Blue, black, and yellow.