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The music started in a barely audible tone. She moved up the stairs in the dark each step committed to memory. The spot light struck her silhouette from behind broadcasting her every curve in a shadow upon the audience. Her hips began to move in sync with the snare of the music with a sultry flick of her hair she threw her head back as the spot light hit her and the screams came from the crowd. This was her least favorite part, when she had to see their faces at the edge of the stage.
Paradise.... she told herself as her arms hoisted her up the pole that was cold against her almost nude skin. As her hair flowed with the spin she watched the strands turn into droplets of liquid and the crowd faded into a universe of pale blue. On cue with the chorus igniting her hands became water and she slid down the pole with the drop of the bass. Instead of landing in a split on the stage her body fell through into another world where her body retained it's shape but she was nothing but water nymph flowing through the air. Paradise was the only way she got through the nights.
The water dries off as she changes in the drab dim dressing room with the streaked mirrors and the light bulbs swinging by the cables she imagined they swung in beat. She collects her earnings from the manager and after counting she decides she can take the golden path home. She smiles and hums as the dark alley way begins to shine with glitz and glory of a circus. The ring leader smiles as he exchanges her money for a dove with out words said. She scurries on anxious to get home to taste the little packet of dove she shoved in her bra.
When she reaches room 312 she ignores the missing 1 on the peeling door that has been gone so long that there's barely an outline of where the paint used to be protected by the sun.
"You're late.", he grunts from the couch taking a swig from the handle of whiskey he was spooning. She says nothing just smiles and shakes the little packet filled with the white magical dove inside. He smiles kisses her and begins to disect the dove into thin precise lines on the cardboard box used as a coffee table.
They feast on the dove laughing together. He makes a smart ass comment and she laughs telling him to shut up and turns to smile, her face landing into his flying fist. She falls onto a patch of daisies but before she could escape he picks her up by her hair. Paradise... she told her self closing her eyes. The next fist spun her head into vines hanging from a crate myrtle tree. She had no more fight, all she had was paradise. He continued to hit her and with each bruise another flower blossomed from the vines that her arms and her legs had become. She just let his fist become the wind that was dancing with her and the blossoms that began to over grow.
"What the fuck do you have to say for yourself?", he snarled pulling her head up by her hair so he could look into her bloody face.
"Thank you", she laughed as she heard the flick and click of the knife opening. The coolness of the blade on her neck made her smile at the thought of snow.
"Want to tell me what you're thankful for while you have the chance?", the tip of the knife broke her skin as his eyes glowed with a high. She felt her flowers begin to catch on fire.
"For Paradise", she smiled as her eyes went black, her body became brilliant hues of pink and blue and she dances across the sky next to the rising orange sun. She was finally in paradise forever.
Paradise.... she told herself as her arms hoisted her up the pole that was cold against her almost nude skin. As her hair flowed with the spin she watched the strands turn into droplets of liquid and the crowd faded into a universe of pale blue. On cue with the chorus igniting her hands became water and she slid down the pole with the drop of the bass. Instead of landing in a split on the stage her body fell through into another world where her body retained it's shape but she was nothing but water nymph flowing through the air. Paradise was the only way she got through the nights.
The water dries off as she changes in the drab dim dressing room with the streaked mirrors and the light bulbs swinging by the cables she imagined they swung in beat. She collects her earnings from the manager and after counting she decides she can take the golden path home. She smiles and hums as the dark alley way begins to shine with glitz and glory of a circus. The ring leader smiles as he exchanges her money for a dove with out words said. She scurries on anxious to get home to taste the little packet of dove she shoved in her bra.
When she reaches room 312 she ignores the missing 1 on the peeling door that has been gone so long that there's barely an outline of where the paint used to be protected by the sun.
"You're late.", he grunts from the couch taking a swig from the handle of whiskey he was spooning. She says nothing just smiles and shakes the little packet filled with the white magical dove inside. He smiles kisses her and begins to disect the dove into thin precise lines on the cardboard box used as a coffee table.
They feast on the dove laughing together. He makes a smart ass comment and she laughs telling him to shut up and turns to smile, her face landing into his flying fist. She falls onto a patch of daisies but before she could escape he picks her up by her hair. Paradise... she told her self closing her eyes. The next fist spun her head into vines hanging from a crate myrtle tree. She had no more fight, all she had was paradise. He continued to hit her and with each bruise another flower blossomed from the vines that her arms and her legs had become. She just let his fist become the wind that was dancing with her and the blossoms that began to over grow.
"What the fuck do you have to say for yourself?", he snarled pulling her head up by her hair so he could look into her bloody face.
"Thank you", she laughed as she heard the flick and click of the knife opening. The coolness of the blade on her neck made her smile at the thought of snow.
"Want to tell me what you're thankful for while you have the chance?", the tip of the knife broke her skin as his eyes glowed with a high. She felt her flowers begin to catch on fire.
"For Paradise", she smiled as her eyes went black, her body became brilliant hues of pink and blue and she dances across the sky next to the rising orange sun. She was finally in paradise forever.
I may come back and touch this up later, but this is something that has been on my mind for a while. Everytime I hear coldplay's Paradise this is what rolls through my head.
Paradise is always considered a happy place for vacation from everyday life, some of just have to make it ourselves.
Paradise is always considered a happy place for vacation from everyday life, some of just have to make it ourselves.
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Yeah, I feel that. For an artist, paradise isn't just some nice place you go; it has to be created. It's fun creating stories from the music you listen to. I like listening to music while I'm outside and imagining random stuff. 