Club Paradise

such a heavy door…

She stumbles onto the pale concrete, neon lights dazing her dark eyes. No recollection of her past movements. Just a shirt soaked in body fluids and bright liquids she can’t recognize. Can’t remember. She is tired. The cold night coos her into a dreary oblivion of thought. But nothing comes. Only the faint reminiscence of smoke and needles. A lost heart, a forgotten soul floating along the concrete. One ting of a ‘C’ bell and her mind swirls, landing on the icy pavement. “Peace” she mumbles, “peace”. And the sky swallows her whole.