THE EXPLOSION

Like just stepping off a Gravitron, my body is taken over by unnatural forces
Vibrating to the steady beats the DJ is feeding the clubbers.
The song drops and the crowd want more.
Hands in air, salty sweat, toes punctured by stilettos as gravity brings us
Down–but our spirits remain high.
I feel like I am in ecstacy, silver and glitzy
Reflecting and shining each time the neon lights flash
On and off with the deep rhythm of the music.
My damp neck protects me from the explosion of metal shards randomly
Protruding from a thin wire rope: what they call nouveau.
What does it taste of?
The leftovers: stale cigarettes, body heat and moisture.
The gentle kisses of Adam.
Unaware, I sleep with it on and awake the next morning,
my neck irritated and red.
But it was worth it

- Melissa Robothem