A Nympho at the Diskoteka

The bass thumps, the bodies grind. A mindless machine writhing to the music. She stops and looks around, popping pills as she walks to the bar. To drown oneself in the world of ecstasy and mindlessness is to be free from the troubles of the world for just one night. 

The woes of the world rest on her shoulder, the weight of the hopelessness has been unleashed upon her torn soul.  the ringing grows louder in her ears, an incessant buzzing bringing her back to reality, from the brink of losing her edge she sees that consciousness is waning and the slippery slope towards blacking out fast approaches.

Breathe. Sigh. Collapse.

Relief.

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