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Ákos Domonyi May 2016
"BTL crash"

You don't remember entering the building, but its shaking
and this dancefloor is now your life in binding.
Every last one of your senses is bombarded, a kaleidoscope
a hyper travel through your present and your future.

Colors endlessly shifting, space and time distorted,
you can feel its grip on your arm, a sour tasting pill.
A wayward thing, just like her perfume, a pure sense
Hundreds of them reminding you that they are now someone else.

It cannot be for long however, for the stars are aligned,
this is the only hour of your life, the best one presented.
A familiar scent strikes you and the colors bleed from the scene,
They form a river of blood red path through your eyes.

As the beat picks up you feel your thoughts drifting,
you can see your mind, your tongue twisting.
The words are formed but they unintelligible, no matter
for she is the only one, always so understanding.

You are loved and you two are inseperable yet again.
A bastion among the unknown crowd, a familiar face to trust.
You feel the short burst of joy course through your veins,
but short as it is, it ends with the beat's last blast

You come crashing down, sudden and fast,
Every dancer now moves in unison, the lights can talk,
You hug her tight, but still feel the force applied
The lungs melt, the muscles tighten, you lose control.

You come crashing down, painful and hopeless,
Every shape loses its composure as you fall through life.
Her voice is not with you anymore, the stars are supernovas.
You fall alone among the crowd, and you hit a grime covered ground.
Kyle Duran Feb 2020
“I am taking you out of your house.” She said,
“you haven’t left it since Monday!”

Looking at her I knew what she was doing
Pulling that classic look of, "stop being a little *****”

I gave in and let her take charge
As it is my nature

“Look around you, how can you not be happy?” She said
:driving to a diner:

Inside with coffee, cream in hers
She continued, "You want to die, yet I have cancer.”

She stared with such disdain

“You’re too old to be acting like this, look at yourself!”
We both drank our coffees

I smiled
As she said, ”You’re ungrateful.”

Soup, more coffee, and a BTL no mayo

She drops me off and parts ways with a hug

She’ll out live me, I know it

5-18-18
This is dedicated to my mother. She saved my life that day. Love you mom.

— The End —