The way her hips swung. Her torso was suspended in the heavens, a pivot, so her thighs could glow in the movement. Back and forth, the movement of her hips was back and forth and there was no friction. She was free, letting herself get carried by the music, but constricted by the mini dress. It was so tight but it gave her freedom with all the ways it revealed herself to others.
Inside the club it was like dancing on the Northern Lights; beneath the dry-ice smoke swirled an array of blues, acid greens, hot pinks and gold. The music played over the dance floor as if nothing was wrong. But people stuck to her like flies to rotting meat. They didn't even know it, but as all they were all connected.
epidermis,,fluids,,mucous,,Yersinia pestis,,tumescent nodes,,sebum,,tears,,sneezed droplets,, she loved, she loved it all, everyone one of you she loved,, she held them close till until breathing ceased. The bodies mounted high on the floor, but the music kept going, the corpses danced, the pendulum swings.
