Vodka at a Jazz Club

Like hugging her

Wrapped in gold.

Her skin made brighter by the unnatural shine.

Like waves, torrents of angry flame,

Back and forth,

Back and forth.

Marching away from society’s beat.

Head free from heat and affliction.

An endless show piece,

Singular satisfaction,

All at the price of twisted reality.

And then, it ends.

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