heart is on the floor

In the cracked mirror, she tripled.

Six round breasts. Six legs perfectly browned by the tanning bed. Fake eyelashes feathering six heavy lidded eyes.

The DJ was calling her name, so she crushed out her cigarette and stood up. She practiced her smile. Tonight was going to be a good night. It had to be.

She swayed her way to the door, fluid grace atop six inches of Lucite. On the threshold, she stopped and turned back toward her reflection. Her left side lit by the dressing room, her right turned deep purple under the black light.

Fragmented. Like always.

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Title by: saves the day
Story by: Jenny

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