She sways to
The beats of music
That only plays in
Her pretty little head
It looks terrible
The way her limbs
Jut and snap
This way and that
But they don't say anything
Don't attempt to fix such
An awkward thing
And she's too far gone to notice
The guitar has taken over
A rip of notes that
Makes her head bob
One way then the other
Her hips moving in
Perfect harmony
With the thumping beat
But suddenly a sour note
Tears through the piece
Screeching in her ears
She pauses
Breathing heavy and fast
Eyes snapping open
The guitar is dead
Bass too loud
Cymbals jarring
But no one else can hear it
She can't remember
The last step
How she wound up so
Far far away
Why no one stopped her
Or if she had always been
A lost thing
