The music was our lover; it bonded us together with every melody. Heart thumping wildly, body moving with the beat, hands everywhere; it was paradise in its most evil form. These strangers all around me, like air wasn't needed, space wasn't wanted.
No matter how hot it was, sweat dripping, I still felt cold. Maybe because it wasn't his body next to mine. Maybe because he was there, moving his body with someone else. My eyes closed, trying to erase the image of him from my mind. I hated the feeling; this feeling of another's warmth wrapped around me, when it was supposed to be his that I wanted.
As I moved with the beat, as I tried to lose myself in all this liquor, as I closed my eyes to rid of his smirk, I lost myself in this evil paradise.
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The Hollow Shell ✔️
Poetry"Those empty eyes you have. That hollow heart you hold. Sometimes I wonder, If you have ever loved me at all." -Empty
