The only light
Comes from the bulbs
Behind the bottles
On the shelves
Shaking
In sync
With the bass
Beating
In my chest
An excess
Of alcohol
Isn’t enough
Anymore
To escape my thoughts
Of the inevitable
I dance
Harder
Bend my knees
Deeper
Throw my hands
Higher
Shake my head
Stomp
Striving
In vain
To dissociate
To slip off
Into the black void
Behind my eyelids
But I can’t
Quite
Get there
Get away
Get past
The threshold
That separates
Divine dance
From death despair
I drink
More
Dance
More
Until I finally
Feel that I am
Myself
Less
More a part of
The rest
More comfortable
To close my eyes
And stop seeing
As separate
The girl glancing
The guy posturing
The floor
Under our feet
The glass
Against my fingertips
Feelings
Refute sight
As appearances
Undress
And death
Seems less
Like the end
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