She stares with ultimatum thrill,
At the way the neon lights dance on her skin,
The crazy upbeat music that has her jumping like a rabbit,
It hits the soul and then the rhythmic almost automatic flow of her moves,
The sweat rolls in the air but it's bittersweet fun,
She doesn't need alcohol to clear her mind,
All she needs is a one night dance,
'Cheap thrills by Sia' blasting into her soul,
She screams at the top of both her lungs ,
It's all an ethereal feeling.
-Wendy
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In My Mind
PoetrySometimes,the only thing that saves us is ranting and here is mine.
