Epiphany of Scars

I chose my favourite party dress,
I picked up the crystal earrings,
I smell blood in my black bottled perfume.

I took my signature leather bag,
I paired it up with the brown stilettos,
I exchanged a glance with the hanging skull.

I set my nails properly again,
I put up the diamond ring,
I enslaved the ruins of the fire I set.

Thus I go party, almost every night.

“Perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before.” — Villeneuve.
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