Oh, wilford.

After the dance

His skull was fragmented and torn. It bursted open as blood spilled from his eyes and mouth and ears. Brains splattered against the bricked wall. His scream was unbearable.

The rest of the bodies do the same.

It's dark, stars illuminate what they can through the thick fog of pollution from our city.
I stare as the moonlight shines across the red river across the floor.

The place we danced has a prom now, so nothing to do with all our dancers.

I walk towards the car, I step in the passenger seat and turn up the radio. "What a mess.." I say to myself. The engine rattles as I drive away.