Her eyes slowly fade of exhaustion. The white lines of the mid-road turn to curves of illusion.
Destination? Las Vegas, baby. A need for cool-down atmosphere.
The events back “home” are out of hand, perhaps lethal.
This vacation will suit her, the elite will breath, and perhaps her impertinent mistake will be looked over.
Several vulgar words seep, as coffee swims under her tongue.
As distinct as white light in darkness, the plan continues, nevertheless in-accepted by the one and only.
She sighs and continues on.
Adrenaline junkie? A higher power? Sick distortion of morality?
All wrapped with a slik red bow?
Yes, perhaps.
Two small scars on her right hand, one on the left, reminders of the times she dared to love.
No more of this will happen, she is fierce, she is never making that mistake again. This was a one time deal, an event to never look back on.
Be the wit, the fear, the lust.
Complete this and you have done it, set yourself apart from humanity, done a service.
Everything happens for a reason.
Few remain, but the tasks are daunting.
Its time she picks up the pace.
lets meet in las vegas on a full moon under the lights. tea time and more