Plumes of dense white smoke where billowing out of her nostrils as well as her mouth as she idly smokes a crushed cigarette.
A partially crashed ,nasty champagne bottle crawls across the dark garage.
She raises her lighter as she finds her way through the junk,behind her a thousand smeared graffiti blows up.
Her dark smudged eyes scanning the place,looking for any indications of others.
She gives one last look inside and drags the garage door down.
She rubbed the bench of her jet black Indian bike drowsily until she was on the verge of breaking down.That reminded her of a tattoo she wouldn’t want to see ..a key locking a heart and two letters.Rolling her eyes , she pulled her sleeves to conceal it.
She hopped onto her bike and sped up the hills into the darkness of midnight.
She rode like she didn’t care because all that she cared about was long gone.
In the middle of a lonely,cold night a drunk girl stops at a heart thudding peak of a hill and stares down at the ignorant world.
What do these people know?
Nothing she thought……
If there was anything they cared about..materialism,wealth..that’s all they know.
Do they know what is feelings? ..life? pain?..
Oh! they think we have no life because we loiter around and lie behind garages.
We are misfits.Dirty misfits.
She exploded into tears in front of the thousand city lights.
Every drop rolled down her scarred pale cheeks mirroring the images of the golden city.
Swallowing her pain for the last time.
Then breath for the last time…
(all credit goes to we heart it and pinterest for featured image and the gif)