The music doesn’t drift, it hammers through the air,
With particles punching at the skin, as shoes
Tight and painful buckle at the ankles.
Even the dress, that waterfalls with rhinestone jewels
That makes the crowd just gasp with undivided joy,
Even that just makes me sigh with utter disappointment,
Knowing that the man across the floor
Will take a bow in three minutes twenty-six
Seconds of an artful swirl of high delirium.
But then his grip will tighten on my arm,
The smile will fade and grimace will replace.
Always know that there behind the glitz and glam,
There always lies a darker side.
crispina kemp
I so-so like this
Christopher Perry
This is a fearsome piece of writing. Dress for yourself without fear or favour – were this not just a dream. We must teach our sons to love beauty not to desire possession.
patientandkindlove
I love this response!
patientandkindlove
Going back to a former workplace can feel so chilling. It’s almost like returning to the scene of a crime. It can be very therapeutic though, knowing you’ve survived and come out the other side.