City Lights.
She puts on the silks handed down to her as she tucks away the rip near the elbow. She slips into the shoes she bought at clearance after months of saving up. She carries emergency money in a bag she borrowed from her best friend. Fake lashes and eye liner enunciate the hard work under her eyes. She smears a rouge on her delicate supple lips and smiles into the mirror, a smile she drew on herself, like an amateur painter.
She struts her way through the colourful streets, as the city lights laugh at her. The disappearing stars warn, while they helplessly cry out for her. There she stands, at the doorstep, waiting. Her big beautiful eyes bare her soul, is that why she is always looking down? The city is cold, especially at night. Wearing clothes two sizes too big, doesn't help. She calls out for someone to open the door, probably in vain. The city is too noisy which makes it hard to listen.
The door opens into another soiree, with masks and elaborate costumes. A different kind of noise within different kinds of light. She gasps at the splendour of the chandeliers of diamond. This was a scene from the ball room of a fairy tale. The best wine and richest food in platters of silver, pearls and laces wrapping heavily wrinkled snickers.
"May I have a dance", was it intended for her? She turns around and it was. With all the courage she could muster, she gracefully accepts. She starts with fumbling steps unlike those of her partner. His confidence as sharp as his cold embrace, he spins her around. Steadily in rhythm, as he lifts her off the ground, she goes round and around in a continual spiral. Her vision blurs as the lights start to blend, now fade one into another and she is flying. Her frail fingers try to grasp onto anything in the way, as she is shoved upward into black. Who is the dark stranger, struck like a sword on the back of her neck, without fair warning.
Disappointment, the purest of emotion. With no prior deliberation, it ensues and she is pushed across the line into shock. A sole testimony to hope and consequence of expectation, the most natural fling of fate. But then again, if anything was ever something, it will no matter what, disappoint-- that's what makes it beautiful. In this never-ending comfort of the dark shadows, she hides from the menacing city lights.
She struts her way through the colourful streets, as the city lights laugh at her. The disappearing stars warn, while they helplessly cry out for her. There she stands, at the doorstep, waiting. Her big beautiful eyes bare her soul, is that why she is always looking down? The city is cold, especially at night. Wearing clothes two sizes too big, doesn't help. She calls out for someone to open the door, probably in vain. The city is too noisy which makes it hard to listen.
The door opens into another soiree, with masks and elaborate costumes. A different kind of noise within different kinds of light. She gasps at the splendour of the chandeliers of diamond. This was a scene from the ball room of a fairy tale. The best wine and richest food in platters of silver, pearls and laces wrapping heavily wrinkled snickers.
"May I have a dance", was it intended for her? She turns around and it was. With all the courage she could muster, she gracefully accepts. She starts with fumbling steps unlike those of her partner. His confidence as sharp as his cold embrace, he spins her around. Steadily in rhythm, as he lifts her off the ground, she goes round and around in a continual spiral. Her vision blurs as the lights start to blend, now fade one into another and she is flying. Her frail fingers try to grasp onto anything in the way, as she is shoved upward into black. Who is the dark stranger, struck like a sword on the back of her neck, without fair warning.
Disappointment, the purest of emotion. With no prior deliberation, it ensues and she is pushed across the line into shock. A sole testimony to hope and consequence of expectation, the most natural fling of fate. But then again, if anything was ever something, it will no matter what, disappoint-- that's what makes it beautiful. In this never-ending comfort of the dark shadows, she hides from the menacing city lights.
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