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.