Tonight, I was you.

Hidden.

Self contained.

Sitting on the leather couch.

Wearing my black teeth.

Dancing on this vulgar stage.

Every beat, a small death.

Tonight, I was you.

Vacant.

Tolerant of your demise.

I stand up, minutes collapse.

Gluttony, sloth, lust.

Lust? A slumber slut.

Sit on your face.

Ready to give you,

Thirty hours of pain, all at once, all for you.

 

Thalia Galanopoulou