chipped red nails
mascara running down your face
always under attack
always paranoid

the abyss whirling past you, dragging you back into the past and flinging you into the distant dystopia

the ever uncertainty, water, that's what these times are made of.
begging your mind to release you...
Oh but don't you know? Your madness, your chipped nails, ladders in you stockings and luminous eyes...

are beautiful.

You live life in a broken ballroom, dancing. So keep dancing, and feel everything, the rush of blood, the adrenaline, the red, the lust, the secrecy, the deception. Go through it, dance through it like you would for a lover.

Your mad mad dreams, a kaleidoscope of beauty. A portal into worlds, infinite. Illusion, once a spirited gypsy, once a golden queen, once a pale courtesan, once a fighter, always a fighter.

Oh dark anomaly, if you knew where you would be going, would the path be any more interesting?

So dance with it. Hold it in your arms, let it hold you. Let your madness chase you, you'll just run faster.

flick of the lighter
lighting a cigarette
like a silent flickering promise made in darkness
life like a ritual
and the swig of wild champagne