The Confessions of a 90's Kid

The Dance of The Dying (A Night to Remember)

See them dance; the warm skeletons, freshly cut

they are. The air is still, oxygen-rich, while the sounds of a slow song, in E minor, march across the hall. They grasp onto each other, hand to hip- needy- since the night is so intoxicating.

Blurred eyes don't see far, floating out of the skull and onto the floor- Royal blue and Bloodshot- like a soul from a body..

(They dance to celebrate; back when they had stresses, and quirks, they were friends, working on assessments, as a team)

.. The marching melody hits its last note on the floor as if it was a cold black boot; a melody is like a heart, there is a starting beat and a final beat, and the times in between can be ageing or invigorating. Listen to their bones crack as they scrape their feet towards the doors and their awakening tempos that come with it. See the mouths open as they step into the night, the cheekbones flushing, as they take a deep breathe, causing ripples in the air, shifting, and moving on.