Ultraviolence

You've got the music in you, dont you?

28th June 2017

Rose

I woke up with a sharp head ache piecing my temple. I struggled rise as my body protested against every command. I sighed as I slowly made my way to the hangover tablets I kept in my bedside cabinet, I swallowed two of them dry, cringing as the sour taste violated my tongue.

I stumbled over to my wardrobe. I flicked through my colour coordinated clothes until I found a dark shape of red that would match the hot blood running through my veins and I slip on a pair of heels that would do the same. I smother my lips in the darkest shade of black to match my soul and colour my nails to do the same. I looked at myself in the mirror as I glided on a faux fur coat. I span around a few times, feeling the thrill of the air weave its way into my hair and the thrill of simplicity weave into my thoughts.

I walk out the door to find Amelia eating her cake with a fork, not just a slice but the entire birthday cake. I saw traces of tears in her eyes as she looked at me, her face panicking.

"Sorry!" She said spitting out crumbs on the floor and pushing the cake away from her,"I just-"

"It's okay." I sat next to her, resting my head on her shoulders.
"Did he do anything again?" I asked, worry present in her eyes.

She shook her head urgently so I believed her, she usually binged after days of not eating, I told her to stop for months and get some help but she always denied. I gave her a reassuring squeeze on the hand As I got up from the seat and began to walk through the door, my left hand turning the handle as my right waved goodbye.

I entered the club through the back door, there I was greeted by my manager.

"You better show more skin when you perform this time." He spat, his giant body loomed over me, pushing me against the door
"We've had some very unsatisfied customers."

"You better show more skin as well." My body leaning into his "I bet it's not only the customers that are unsatisfied with your performance." I said as I twirled his wedding ring of his finger, letting it hit the cold concrete floor as I made my way past him into my room.

Inside, I sat down placing powder on my face to make myself look more pale and porcelain like an antique doll. I look at my self for a few seconds practicing my song and dance before I go up on stage, I can feel the pull and push as if I was in both the north and south poles of the magnet, I couldn't wish for anything better than this.

I stand behind the stage waiting to be announced.my blood rushing and my mind racing.

"Ladies and gentlemen welcome...'Lolita'!"

I walk on stage swinging my hips seductively as the drums start in the background.

Being a mistress on the side,
It might not appeal to fools like you.

My hips moved side to side with the rhythm.

Creeping around on the side,
Would not be something you would do.

I smiled mischievously at the crowd, raising my arms out at them as a few of the men cheered and whistled.

But, you haven't seen my man
You haven't seen my man
You haven't seen my man
You haven't seen him.