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Apr 2012
Dancing girl,
Dressed up for the party,
Loses inhibitions,
Dulls her intuition,
Hands on her waist,
Lures her to the corner,
Looks fast around for no mourners.

Trickster with a smile,
Ruler of the game,
Forces down the bile,
He doesn’t know her name.
Strings are now attached,
Cutting off the feeling,
Her body is forfeit,
Awareness is gone,
None left for her to cry out from the pain of the jerking.

Breaking girl,
Tape can’t patch her up when her dreams are leaking through.
Hands of shadows clamp her throat,
Beads of sweat soak through her skin and come out her eyes,
Out of her dreams,
Soaking her pillow,
Soaking me.

Trickster with a smile,
Ruler of the game,
Forced down the bile,
He didn’t know her name.
Strings are cut and ragged,
Bringing back the feeling,
This girl is waking,
This lady is breaking,
She steps off the boat but her mind is still swaying.
I was inspired to write this after a friend told me about an experience she had with a friend of hers who was ***** at rave.
Written by
Nyx Ashling
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