She waits…. Idly in the cold night, shivers run through her body, part of her is confused, her inner decency causes vertigo, chilly it is, so she tightens up her mink fur coat…
…Red skirt that rides a little high, she wishes she didn’t wear, because of the air that hits her bare… thigh. She exclaims to herself & stomps the pavement, powerful motion that makes the others stare quick. She blew her cool… or rather the cold wind made her release her tension, inside she wants to stop as a person who is in animated suspension…
…Civilians pass her & they are not speakers, all she ever needed was someone to give her output & right now she wouldn’t be freezing, but hey in her cards she was dealt she was short an Ace, life had the upper hand & put her in a position that was base. Grand slams are what she dreams of, livin’ the good life like every other blue blooded American, finally a person comes up & the pedestrian looks @ her & there it is…
…His name is John & he’s gonna make her warm for a bit, monetary discussed briefly & it’s down to business. Damn…sadness led to a three letter word that starts with the same letter – sin… *click clack* let the walk begin again…
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
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