Flashing c o l o r s, and ongoing music it hits me in the face like a wave of static electricity.

The ecstacy strikes my taste buds like sugar and neuro toxins dancing on my tongue.

The smell is foul of puke and *****. Teens are raving,
while the music is playing. Grinding against one another like a mortar and pestle.

Watching an influenced man try to get with a vulnerable women.
Taking advantage of every drop off alcohol that goes into the women’s veins,

there is no blood left, just firewater.

Intoxicated, lying on the floor, blacked out from all the dope.

She finds herself bare in a bed with a man twice her age.

She wimpers to herself saying “I’ll never drink again.”
As she practices her teetotalism,

at a fast pace she grows weary of blood flowing,
and vision clear. She once was a party girl, but that night has saved the day.