Short Fiction Poetry 1 min

Party

Miguel Pedraza

We're stuck in a party:

an enormous swirling of bodies,

of nauseating sounds

too loud in my ears.

The atmosphere's dizzying;

the ceiling's just above my head.

My lips try to find your name.

Black-tied in inexperience,

I'm spot-lit in the phosphorescent fake-smiles

creeping towards me from the glass giants

scattered around the discotheque.

Overwhelmed, I'm stuck in a freeze frame;

I need to hear the hum of your heart,

your familiar fingertips to unpause me into the moment.

Bring clarity like right after wake up:

first your silhouette, then you.

Hold me in your eyes.

Embrace my hollow-point grip.

Let's go get punch.

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