She’s tilting on her axis.
Her oceans fleeing the growing deserts inside of her.
She can feel the rhythms in her feet,
and they call her to move.
The music throbs,
the pulse of an immortal beast.
It strains for the chance to devour her.
Black tile floors reach out from beneath;
and they are splattered with stained teenage dreams.
But hers are on her sleeve,
cling to the threads.
She crosses her fingers
a silent prayer that tonight might change something,
Dressed for the moment,
her fishnet stockings claw upward, crisscrossing past her knees.
Beneath their cover her skin peeks,
translucent skin pulled tight,
maps of veins stretching in all directions.
Her arms are thrown up in surrender.
Black and yellow circles decorate her from finger to shoulder,
reminders of why she is here.
He’s seen her, and moves a little closer.
Like a snake he slithers about
until he is close enough to taste her.
He reaches out and she doesn’t stop him,
their bodies mixing and moving
a dance of seduction and sadness.
She wants to light up and explode.
A bright array of color
a sight to be seen for sure.
But instead she settles for a one night stand,
and a three drink man.