i was so innocent. the skies were purple laced with orange glow; the air was lucid enough to breathe through eye ducts. the rain was hypnotic to night vapors so this adult affliction could gloss over my ethereal dream state and stab awesome holes thru my spinal cord, to leave me permanently on my knees.
eyelashes glittered under broken sun rays with their seasonal charms, against pavement backdrops serenaded by grid lights that made us out to be extra-terrestrial to the born whores; bloody hearts and unassuming grins sliding down smooth lines into the wooden seas.
here come the screamers; block your veins and notify the hospitals that a dancer is coming in head first.