Constellation dragons hidden by an infinite stream of cheap evening glitter. Rainbow aluminium that paves a weekend of sins. Schoolgirl-slut-red eyeshadow and abused-guts-pink fingernail polish. Dissolving in the darkness of bad decisions, made days-- weeks-- a lifetime-- in advance. On the other side of the curtain, two mounds of bleached blonde hair and indelibly bad tattoos. Whispered pillow nothings, echoed once an hour. Secret meetings in the morning between the gaps in the fog. Everything after thirty becoming more and more granular frequencies of white noise. Punctuated only by more of the same, but with the volume turned up.
4:26 p.m. - 2021-02-18
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