Carnage
by Esemel Valles
The faint smell
Of tobacco. That hated smell,
Forever fused into
Skin, sheets and Mind.
Last night,
Every flashing light
Every piercing shriek
Every bass note from the
Disk jockey’s turntable,
Pulsing through
Every vein, every blood cell
Every artery surrounding
My heart.
We become one with the sounds
Of the rave,
Turning us into one level
Below cannibalism,
Grabbing onto whoever was unlucky enough to be
Beside you.
Both bodies dancing in trance
To the sounds of the bass,
Because you’ll never remember his face.