She is a moth to flames,
fluttering so beautifully.
The night's light sparks her heart,
pumping doses of adrenaline.

Thump..
           Thump Thump
                              Thump

Pulsing.

Music booming, cocktail burning;
an Orange Twist in her hand.

Hey baby, can I get you another?
*******! You fine as hell!
Hey cutie, wanna dance?

Yes, she is a moth to flames,
always fluttering so blindly.
***** scalds her tongue and down her throat;
confused yet she twirls in the blaze.
The strands of her life unravel into
another unfamiliar home,
with another unfamiliar face.

The smell of white lies lined across the table,
a familiar friend to ignite her heart's beat.

 Thump..
           ThumpThumpThump

Pulsing.