I love you but please don’t take me clubbing again.

A silverfish through pages greased by sweat

and dirty fingers

lingering nowhere too long

the throng milling and gyrating

hydrating on beer that tastes and smells

like piss

bliss carved on every face and every fat

girl is a succubus transformed by holy

liquor

darting in and out so no one kicks her

as limbs flash and bodies bounce

on the dance floor

slips through the group to find shore

called a whore for escaping groping hands

can't stand to see where they may go

the world slow and measured in heartbeats

music repeats

noise to drown out more noise

poised on the edges and trying to breathe

above the chanting

incanting

summoning lust and thrusting hips in arcane

jubilee

a spree of tongues wagging

clothes sagging

falling to the ground in dark corners for a

dose of debauchery

flashing by in colors and lights and too much

sound

pounding in her head

scattering thought

casting out reason

cleaving off the pieces of precious personal

space until not a trace

is left behind

a stranger grinds off a leg like a dog violating

an angular pillow

his breath full of vomit as she swallows bile

gives a smile

all teeth

false guile to cover goosebumps and a chill

there's no thrill

drowning in the sea

in spittle as foam over waves of drunken joy

dicks ahoy through skinny jeans

it's not the fucking morals

not by judgement nor condescension

but the tension in her shoulders

at each brush

a rush of panic at each manic motion

emotion: terrified

magnified by staring eyes

tries to fit and feel the high

but it's not the right wavelength

doesn't have the strength to get up there

wherever they've ascended or descended

not up to par

just as they are

a rabbit in need of escape

from sleek and lovely foxes

leaping outside boxes she's found she

desperately needs

speeds away

can't stay in the color and the light

a silverfish through pages greased by sweat

stuck in the wrong novel