*poem published in Kamena Magazine, 2022. written in 2019. from my ‘teenage angst’ collection.
pitch-black clubs,
dazed fridays.
my youth pumps through my veins.
high heels,
shiny fake ids.
my youth grounds me.
grimy dance floors,
my youth bursts inside of me
it glides through me
wildly
as my heart throbs beneath my skin
matching the music’s beat
i please my youth
bending my body obediently
with the deafening bass
midnight
the synth dismantles my mind
and my limbs are not mine anymore
they follow the sound
there is no past
or future
only my body
spinning madly
only the music
twisting in my ears
only my youth
spilling on dance floors
from the crashed bottles of wine at my feet
amaryllis 