Thursday, July 14, 2016

The Hunting Ground - Poetry

The hunting ground 
The carpet was wet
It seemed to take forever
Conversations mingled 
Fake smiles from orange people 

Awkward walks from the dance floor
Sobering thoughts hit like waves
Double speed
Double speed
The night gathers momentum 

Sweat and tears flow
Pleased to meet you from the other side
A meeting of bodies
Hug me like I'm about to fall 
Then let me go before the dawn breaks

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