SK Wynter Posted August 15, 2011 Report Share Posted August 15, 2011 [i]She was running She was gunning She had been dancing She had been prancing[/i] The Marrakesh club and all its illicit beauty was somewhere far behind her. Old Grandfather was drunk, high, with women, she didn't know ▬ one of those God-forsaken states he was in. He was a hedonist, after all. [i]Cheap thrills Popping pills No such glory In indecent ills[/i] She should have never asked that woman about that passport. Annan's head felt swollen and she felt like she was flying; she had to be high from the smoke caused by burning substances. Why else would she stretch her arms like wings, and run for the nearby desert? [i]Sick puppy Cheap guppies Run away from All that madness that is done[/i] Was that foul man still behind her? Would she again risk being turned into a victim, something found in a back alley and turned into a police report? Never. That was not the way; Annan was above the disgusting habits of the club-goers and Old Grandfather. She'd even forgot Khris. [i]Run thief run Run like the wind Run thief run All the madness is done[/i] The night was bitterly cold, as it was always in the desert. By morning, she'd be a pale, burnt, baked potato in the desert. She hadn't even written up that "Big Book of Tech" she was supposed to for Procinctia; why now, of all places, had she just remembered that? [i]Spew and spite Like a snake's bite Full of fright Run thief run[/i] She was done. She'd find her own place, Pict or no Pict, Khris or no Khris. All she knew that, while she was intoxicated, she would be nowhere that people were at. She was running, unwanting of the cheap thrills; she wasn't going to end up like some sick puppy. [i]Run, thief, run![/i] her instincts and mind screamed, and she felt like she'd spew, and she was full of spite. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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