the beat drops
and bodies move
around her they
drip sweat that
tastes like regret
pushing passed
with conviction
on a mission to
own the night
like the DJ said
searching for a
familiar face but
these people are
all the same person
dancing to sounds
made by computers
composed to be
louder than voices
and good choices
she’s drinking the
poison that tastes
good on her lips
but makes her
head spin and
commit sins but
it’s worth the
headache and
the heartache
not to feel
lonely