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The Glitter Girl

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By Michelle MorrisPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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The morning came with headaches and nausea and the bathroom, being the only suitable place for catharisis, I tried to remember the night before as I released a small part of it into the porcelain bown between my knees. I rested quietly on the bathroom floor and realized that the fast paced life I intentionally led is eventually going to get tiresome. The night before was no longer a complete blur as I began to remember a man discussing business. I couldn't help but eavesdrop on his conversation and when he noticed me listening he turned to me and asked if I had any questions. The confusion and champagne had made me nervous. My lips parted a smile. Shocked and embarrassed, I didn't have a single word to answer him. Before I started to fumble over my tongue, he told me the plan. I would go to a night club on Bourbon Street and find a gentleman that goes by the name, Sal Vation. He was the guy you went to if you wanted to become anything in the business. If you found him, that meant one of two things; Somebody trusts you or somebody trusted you that shouldn't have. This was it. This was my only chance to get in.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Michelle Morris

teacher, wife, godmommy

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