Conception: Part 5
Beneath cheap, flashing plastic lights, women gyrated with their skinny arms in the air, laughing with big mouths, their hard French-themed lips thickened with lipstick. Men sauntered in occasionally to […]
Beneath cheap, flashing plastic lights, women gyrated with their skinny arms in the air, laughing with big mouths, their hard French-themed lips thickened with lipstick. Men sauntered in occasionally to […]
When night dances into light sometimes I can sleep But when the moon still shines and the stars taunt I feel my skin too close Chemical burn *