She smiles sweetly. A bit seductive. Slithering in as security takes a smoke break. She whispers in my ear, “Hello honey. Having a hard time, huh?”
I am lost in the melody of her musing. She promises poise and perfection. A played-out song endlessly mesmerizing.
No. Music breathes life, even on repeat. She is the damsel of destruction. Coy in her captivating charm, she is a siren.
Almost erotic. Almost ethereal.
“I am Panacea.”