Wednesday, November 02, 2005

I Cannot Remember...

I cannot remember the day
I was enticed into witchery
A perfect fit, they said
When I tried on my costume
All white, of course

We four sat snugly
In the low seats of the mini
'We are white witches,'
We whisper softly

And the stench
Of smoke and body odour
And I am crushed
Between sweat-soaked bodies
It is almost Autumn
But the night remains bright

Perfect, the dance floor clears
And the band plays on
And then there are those voices
Who whisper venom into your ear

I turn the music up
And the night turns into day
And I flee from this city.


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