The Dancepoured from orbs of muddy green satin lust slatters the rug perfect droplets going down ground downThe Dance
twirling faster ever spinning silent screams reverberate
around the room
the dance progresses jaded floors kiss broken soles tear apart dancers throw them down leave them shaking on the ground
spiking slowly frayed muscle spills forth kind suicide splashing wine chardonnay merlot
flying higher ever soaring outstretched arms flailing through the air
the dance progresse
