|A Liter of Light Brings Hope|
Spoon Girls in HighThis is the life now, darling. Never escaping that glimpse of evil. We dance, we parade, our fancy gowns and cocktail dresses. They trim your hair, like scales of a fish, snipping off ends and bits. They fall to the floor in graceful agony. You look in the mirror, and see someone who is you, but not quite. More drinks, more wine, more fancy. The smiles are fake, the laughter is fake. The drinking is real.Spoon Girls in High by musicXofaXdeadXopera
We sway in time with the orchestra.
The woman to your right complains of aching feet. Her excuse, to escape a prodding partner. Then, the waist is too tight, or the neckline too low. Mothers scold their younger daughters. They plaster your face, applying, and applying and applying. Coating more and more. Because less is never enough. Not in the world of Grown Ups and High Fashion. Feathers in front of you. They dance on the hem of a gown. It is a lovely sight, these feathers. Your blurred mind is distracted, for a moment. The task at hand you have forgotten?
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