Steps creak beneath my feet
Musty moisture melts against my skin
The jagged scent
Causes my nostrils to furrow
Silver Toms bounce animatedly
As I twist my nose ring into place
Flick my hair from my eyes
As I prepare my heart to fly
The bass hit
A freight train against ribs
Strings attached to arteries
Shaking me to the core
Now deciding the rhythm of my heart
The drummer’s hand snaps fireworks
Glints glean from cymbals
Sparks fire from snares fly
Showering blips created by mortars
Screaming voice filled my mind
Pushed out my thoughts
Substituting them with his own
What he wanted
The bass hit
A freight train against ribs
Strings attached to arteries
Shaking me to the core
Now deciding the rhythm of my heart
When it all ended
I had to remind my heart to beat for itself
Abandoned by the now-lacking bass
About the Creator
Emily McGuff
Author of Crystalline (self-published on Amazon)
Lover of lyrics and poetry.
Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.
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