Krys Woody

One Less Heart

The neon lights spilled over the dance floor and my mini dress as I revolved around the city’s prominent night spot. I was one of many soaking in its volatility and entertaining as I observed the heartless wonders who deemed themselves God’s last purpose. The people that monopolized this club all had at least one thing in common; they all knew when they would die. If things were different maybe the decision to build this city and imprison its people would not have been contrived.