The start of the hour nervous digging startles us we turn knowing we’re not alone. This is the midnight hour, the girl turns and smiles, welcoming the others to their places. We’ve come here to play she undresses the silence eyes stare straight ahead they open the candy wrappers sip and taste the romance. Hands reach and feel the sensation is unreal finally, there’s someone who knows just how it feels to be felt. With even more buttons to push, she leans backwards presses downwards and laughs. The curtains drop and close in complete darkness the girl recites her favorite verse “Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt thou the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.” She lights the one and only candle shadows dance in the allegory the cave has just one story. Against the rough and uneven walls she pulls even harder inch up and whisper the words to her favorite little triggered verse. She’s begged upon years for you please stay and listen. In disbelief, she transforms herself into the goddess. Hair and nails are imperfect her voice is the ultimate drug, she injects up in us our veined arms are hers. We slip into this state everything calms and settles it’s warm to be here like this listening to the girl who has so many smart things to say.
