Blood Red Monologue

Drowned with a fume of poppies
Every night begins the same at Blue Moon Strip Club. I peep through the shadowy curtain to see the same old crowd of perverted men drinking their lives away with cheap aged beer wishing that the night could become reality. “Crystal, you’re on in five “shouts Bill. ‘Okay, let me just finish up ‘I replied back.
I sit in front of a crystal clear mirror in the poorly lit dressing room filled with the fragrant scent of vanilla raspberry in the air. As I stare at the crisp image of myself in the mirror I feel as if my life is passing me by and the innocent girl that once existed is replaced with a scarred, fragile women who pays the bills by entertaining men. I preen my face by putting a fresh layer of blood red lipstick, a fine dark line of eyeliner and light touch of peach blush. I steadily walk to the cold and lifeless back stage and begin to hear the MC voice’s filled with excitement and life shouting to crowd. “Gentlemen, are you ready to have some sparkle brought into your life, well, here comes Crystal!!” As I walk
I end off on an erotic pole twirl and walk off the scintillating stage to the dressing room. As I enter the room containing the killed hopes of women, Bill says “Good performance but could you put more of yourself into it”. Bill’s comment seemed to go straight through me since my mind was occupied on the strange man. I make my way to the mirror to remove the mask which hides my true self. As I begin to wipe away the red lipstick I begin to see the broken girl within but ignore her cry for help. Rapidly I begin to pack my things and make my way to the bus stop. As I sit on the icy, cement bench a muscular figure begins to walk up, my extinct tells me to walk away but my heart tells me to remain. As the figure gets closer I realise it’s the strange man, His husky voice stating “This is a gift from Rico, he wants payment on