I don't know what this is, just some inspiration whilst listening to the queen Lana Del Rey
"In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an Angel"
Short palpitations of translucent sweat slowly crossed the slimy ridges of her face, the raised surfaces glistening from the harsh lights gazing above her.
Blinding yellow orbs clung to the welcoming arms of cold steel bars, they held her in comfort the way a mother would gently rock her kin. Hot light poured upon her figure, the twists and turns of each sequin catching and reflecting coloured flecks of neon greens and blues.
The magenta hue covered the velvet donned lounges, situated beneath a leaking air conditioner, upon these thrones laid greased crowns with shagged locks attached to leather-clad skin stuck staring, eyes piercing into each piece of uncovered skin.
As the grimy movements continued the damp air clumped together her once shined hair, these amber strands mirrored the soft amber strings tied around her body, hugging the curve of her lower back.
Eyes tracked over her whilst she danced, however, her thoughts couldn't be more detached. A clear image of a bright blue sky glazed behind her dark eyeshadow. It stretched on for as far as her eyes could see and there she was, nestled between spring's daises and dandelions.
Glamour and money, that's what drove her to commit such sins, well at least in the beginning.
"Life imitates Art"
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vry short i kno ahhhhhhhh
If you enjoyed I may do a part two but again I had no clue where this was going when I wrote it
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