Apr 20, 2012

Of Spiritual Starvation

She wove herself out of the howling bass, out of the pounding bass drum and the sweat of ecstatic dancers, and that wasn’t the most fucked-up night of my life.

Oh, I had no idea. The moment I laid my eyes on her, I started crying like a little boy.

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What inspired this prompt? Two things:
The concept of psychic vampire.
This song.

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