Call Her 이뻐

I sit in front of my computer letting yet another song seep into my imagination and pull me from reality. As I stare at the screen, the music twists my thoughts as the voice and beat create another me inside my head, a "me" that even my family wouldn't recognize.

My mind sees this other me, this other woman, standing alone on a stage. She has tinted hair and piercings that far out number my own. Her eyes are hazy and hollow. Her maroon lips hold no expression. She wears a black long sleeve cut off shirt and olive green cargo pants held at her hips by a studded white belt. 

My mind has created a woman whose appearance is meant to be cool. She is a me that exists only in drink or in the allure of sensual music. The music heightens my senses and traps me in my imagination as the world around me blurs and fades from my vision.

The music builds slowly and the me on stage smirks, keeping her teeth hidden. As the rhythm picks up and the bass beats in my ears, her body dances erratically across my mind. She is pulled to and fro. Watching her exhausts me. Her body bends and twists as her arms emphasize the beat. She turns and jumps. The song ends and she freezes but she can go on forever.

I hit repeat, sending the song flooding into me again. 

Illustration for Call Her 이뻐 
by Sendy Kurniawan @https://www.instagram.com/sendykkkk/?ref=badge