The lights flash, The hot intensity of a million suns. The excitement. The audience loves you, my darling. Keep it moving. The hips sway. Her eyes flash.
When its all over, she wonders how it ever occured. They love you.don't worry, the pills will make it better. The covered bruises. The fake smiles.
Its in your body, infecting you as the disease we all dread. You hate it and you want it. Confusion as motivation. And she wonders why it had to happen.
It's the 411. It's the newest fashion statement. It's the way your blood pumps as the camera's snap. It's the way everyone wants to be you. no one knows the truth.
She walks down the runway. She blinks and they come at her beck and call. She looses strength. She finds the truth. And she wonders how it could have happened. She goes under again.
Fish_24_7 · Mon Apr 06, 2009 @ 07:54am · 0 Comments |