She stood on the edge of
the cliff,
admiring the flourescent
lights of doddling parties,
held for glutinous beings
who craved attention.
Powedered up in canceruous pink
and frilled garments.
They danced along with a
buzz that foreshadowed
a crash of glass and metal.
Bright green hair,
held back tight with soft blue
bows
She hopped down rock by rock
Letting her seaweed like locks
Swim through the wind
The music becomes louder and
faster
People drink until their stomachs
fill with sparkling poison