Why was it always so hot?
She watched from the mezzanine
overlooking the dance floor.
Always so hot.
Sweat dripped from bodies
with their stench of party.
She wished everyone would fuck off
and it would just be her and Seb.
She would meander across the mezzanine naked
and he would play their tunes.
They had so many.
She sighed
Remembering the first time they had met.
Such beauty was rare in a man.
The DJ always gets the girls,
that's the truth, he had said.
Too many damned girls.
That was the problem.
It was time.
Seb saw her and she waved,
he was smiling.
She took the gun out as he watched.
Not smiling now, are you?
She laughed as she raised her arm.
Slowly slowly catchy monkey.
Then,
as an afterthought,
put it in her mouth
and the pulsing sadness of her brain
filled the air
like butterfly wings.
© 2024 Sarnia de la Mare
I am off to the recording studio to record this for my next single. Expect something a bit different in the tradition of a protest song.
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