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Sep 2013
You can hear the heartbeat of a creature we have created.
The smell of ***** and spilled beer covers these floorboards.
The music drives the thumping in my chest, as I wait.
Leaning against a wall, as if this doesn’t thrill you
Brushing past, you place your hand on my back as you glide by
Passing clusters of girls who would love to know your name
If only for a night.
She locks eyes with you, and you both agree silently.
She flashes a smile and laughs, even though you won’t remember
Her clothing, her freshly curled hair, her eyeliner she spent hours on
All only forgettable fragments.
She presses against you, moving to the pulsing walls
She runs her fingers through her hair, as she grinds against you
Pulling you deeper.
You look around the room, taking in the nature of this monster.
Grabbing her hand, you pull her into another room.
I do not know where you went: to get a drink, to talk to friends, to **** her
But I saw in your eyes that you saw, if only for an instant
How scary this has become.
Wherever you went that night,
I hope you at least gave her your coat
And asked for her name.
Sarah Oppenheimer
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