amidst the darkness
strobe lights cast
undecidely familiar
silhouettes
each coupled with
an individual
synonymous to the
companion with whom
I shared the parlor floor
an exile…
hosting this masquerade
in hopes that he should
confiscate that which
was lost
tentacles swaddling to the
brink of suffocation…

the music began
a visual reconnaissance
revealed he too
was the master of ceremony

I followed his lead
entregarme…
step by step
turn by turn
he took me
spun me…
al costado
atras
adelante…
away and
before I could
fathom escape
he reeled me back in
swaddling again
serenading
sweet nothings
in my ear

I’m
dancing on a floor
with the devil
that’s not level
it’s tilted towards hell
while God
is sitting back
watching
knowing
I’m to weak
to stop him