The rhythm starts to slip abrupt
I stare at the floor and chug
Always right angles.
"I don't think I'm one of you,
                                                             one of yours"

She's searching for something to move her again.
She's searching for a way to bridge the gap.
To stare a bit closer.
To be seen.

I look around, and the smiling happy nodding faces have such big holes. Black. Their bodies energetic, but their eyes are gone. Flatlined.
I lean in close and block out
                              someone new,
                              they didn't say she looked beautiful tonight.