Half-Monster
Long pink hair falls across thin shoulders.
Purple contacts sit where brown eyes used to be. I turn away from the stage only to catch the redhead I was just dancing with, with her tongue down the biker’s throat, pulling him toward a dark corner.
After the band finishes their set, I head towards the bathroom. I don’t want any chance of Raven sneaking up on me. I’m alone when I go in the stall, but when I come out, Earl is washing his charcoal hands in the corroded sink.
"Cut myself," He says, applying soap, "meat suits don’t know how good they got it."
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