An exploration of a theme that disturbs me


Just Dance

Moving bodies, faint
aching
beat
Sweat and alcohol fills my nostrils

I don't belong here but he pulls me in,
convinces me with the music and his eyes
the sweet, slightly artificial smile - which I barely notice

I don't belong here but my body is no longer mine,
the beat takes over
and
I
move, his hands sickeningly far too close

the strobelights hypnotizing
- no, this cannot be real

I exist no more
only this dream, this nightmare I've become numb to

He pulls me in..


Tomorrow the regret makes me painfully alive




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Written on 2012-01-10 at 23:48

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2012
by SecretWords