Dancing With the Devil
Dancing with the devil
I can barely breathe
As this gown tightens
Around my chest.
I look above
In the vanity mirror
To see my hazel eyes
Sparkling with hatred.
The door opens
With a loud crack.
My wrist is held
As I'm being dragged
To this evening ball.
Your hands rest
At my hips
Slowly going lower.
As the music speeds
So does your breathing
Along with your two left feet.
Your black eyes
Look at me with anger.
The last to finish dancing
We end with applause and a thirst for wine.
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