Party Girl

It is dark
The lights turn on
And everything is tinted.
Red
Then green
Blue
Yellow.
The room fades in
And out of focus.
Whoa,
Man that hurt.
Not cool man.
I can’t feel my arm man,
What was that?
Fire.
I can feel it now,
Sure. It burns through me.
Hey! Now it’s cold!
What the . . .
Ohhh. Pretty green sparkles.
Who’s the chick with the fairy wings?
Scream my name.
The lights flash
And nobody notices.
No one but be.
Scream for me.
He pushes me down,
Where’s the floor?
Falling through the sky.
His hands everywhere.
What was that honey?
Something about a thong?
Who cares!
Scream for me.
And it burns.
The fire has consumed my stomach,
No that was the vodka.
The fire is on my arms
And his hands are on my legs.
Why isn’t he helping me?
No honey, stop!
It burns me honey!
What!
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Man, I’m never partying that hard again.
But I have to go to Shawna’s party, I promised.
Oh well, it’s not like she’ll let me get hurt.
…… Where did I get these bruises?