She remembered the tubes.Each pierced into her skin, never had she seen such beautiful masterpieces. She visualized violins. She thought of how her neck would arch to fit into the bow of the violin, as if she and the violin could become one. And her heart beat so perfectly in rhythm you would think it’s music. And she was called “Music”. Not because of how every step she took seemed like a theme song, but it was how graceful they were. But years went by and the music diminished. The smell of liquor—the heat from cold hands taking away her … Continue reading //MUSIC//