Shot

"But I love you", she slurred pulling at his hand, tongue-ing the air.

"Stop it. I have to go", he looked at her like he'd never seen her before, like a dream gone bad.

"Don't go. Say you love me", she screeched, crying, falling without his support, spilling into the void she had created.

He carelessly disentangled himself from her claw like embrace. He could barely conceal the disgust in his eyes.

"Take care", he said, turning away, sensing her slip against her reflection.

She slid against the mirror, watching her walk away with him while only a shadow paid tribute to see the blood stain her heart, the one she wore everyday, the one he had bought her.

She stumbled drunkenly through the glittering mass of half naked bodies that weaved in and out of each other, playing with her vision and messing with her mind.

The vodka that has fizzed through her veins giving her confidence and power now felt like poison. It rose through her, reminding her that power only stayed long enough to watch you split into the pieces it presented you the knife for.

She wanted to run but she could barely walk. She staggered dazedly through the smoke and lights she could no longer see, pausing only long enough to notice that they could see her.They were watching her, or atleast they were checking out her skirt the size of a college textbook and the heels that could be used as a murder weapon.

Black kajal butterflied down her cheeks staining her heavily made up face. She looked down, swishing her hair into her eyes, she'd used her hair to protect her before, used it to veil her face.

Did you know that veil was another anagram for evil?
The things we hide.

Lipgloss and eyeshadow and killer heels and cleavage boosting shiny swathes of cloth barely cover anything, even on the inside.

[Don't read too much into it. It's only words.
Now shutup and get back to your Distopia]