A short prose piece
I walked among statues carved into walls of a grand hotel beside the ocean.
I swam through the blue green of the sea, parting schools of fish colored with the rainbow.
I laid between satin sheets atop pillows that sunk to fit every crevice of my body with an arm draped over me as I slept.
I walked along a hall with scenes around the world confined by paint and frames.
I tried my hand at roulette among artificial lights that draped over the glowing skin of everyone on exhibition in dresses not on par with mine.
I laid between silk sheets and atop a chest that moved up and down as a heartbeat stole its way into my dreams.
I don’t know where I will be.
I don’t know who I will be.
I don’t know among whose company I will admire the sights there are to see.
Yesterday I was Camille.
Today I was Scarlet.
Tomorrow I will be someone new.
At the end of each day they pay me and I move on.
At the end of each day is all each one needs me until.
At the end of each day I must find a new job, have a new life, and be a new person.
At the end of each day, I must kill who I was and hope the wounds will heal themselves while I sleep.