WRITINGS by Sarah B: Crocodile Tears

She sits high on her bar stool...Mascara running...teeth yellow and tarnished hiding beneath a mouth full of red smudged lipstick...resembling that of a circus clown who performed one too many shows...once she was a cheerleader...she was captain of the team...coach thought she looked just so fucking hot in that tight lil uniform...stretching and bending, screaming out "Go, Southridge Sharks, Go!"... Until he turned her out in the locker and the test said positive....Little miss Valerie Lee Vinton was born one month shy of the full term...her beautiful blues and blonde wispy strands reminded her of him every day, and as she grew so did the hatred...she couldn't help her maternal angst...so it was only a few hours earlier she stuffed her in a rickety wicker basket with a one-eyed teddy bear with a note in front of precinct 956 on the corner of Ponce and Delgado....the building and street were quiet, except for the few drunken homeless snoring, and sprawled out along the gum-stained sidewalk... as she downed more and more kettle one , the thoughts of Valerie surfaced like a cruel dark shadow...her face...her beautiful blue eyes...she cracked a schizo smile and downed her last, grabbing her faux zebra skin purse and headed for the door...as she turned the corner from the small Pub she suddenly felt a tight yank on her skinny, bruised forearm..."YOU DAT WOMAN!"...."DAT WOMAN DAT DROPPED DAT BABY TO DA COPS"...she found herself choking her tongue....she could barely breathe....lungs just wouldn't work, so she collapsed...She woke up about one hour later...the basket back beside her again with little miss sunshine inside...who was the anonymous angel who had granted her a second chance, saving her from a life of being sent to several dirty orphanages?...."I guess I just can't shake you, kid".....