For an unknown number of times,
I dug up my guts and climbed the stairs.
Billboards lured visitors with their bold,
Soft music pervaded in the narrow corridor.
My scandals had legs on their own,
crawling forward to the source of mystery.
A bunch of hot girls hit their glasses of wine with fervor.
Some of the liquid soaked their silk garments,
highlighting the transparency.
Tapping my hat twice,
the bartender winked.
She produced the Bluemoon for me,
a summertime specialty.
I bit onto the straw hard as my visions went wild.
Maybe it was never right in the first place.
The guy with shabby jeans walked out of the McDonalds with a hamburger half eaten in hand.
the sign drew him in.
The next thing he knew he was in the elevator.
The disco ball kept rotating in an anti-clockwise direction,
emitting red-green-blue intermittently.
A live band was playing some hard-core music.
Three middle-aged with moustache flinging their hipster head to create chaos.
I sipped the remaining ice water.
The bartender refilled my glass,
trying to get me engaged in vain.
“Alright, see you later, babe.”
I kissed the two men on the cheek and dismissed myself into the crowd.
My feet hurt from this unfit pair of heels.
Somebody threw up next to me and pushed me to the side.
I lost my balance and fell on the dance floor.
Worn out snickers and denim trousers.
At least they looked quite entertaining.
I let the projection radiate on me like I am a superstar.
Someone grabbed me on the shoulder and pulled me on stage.
“You gotta be responsible for this woman’s injury.”
She and I exchanged glances and I had no grasp of the situation.
I ignored the mad man with sunglasses.
He initiated a fight,
which I wrestled him down the floor without any verbal confrontation.
He scratched his head.
His hair couldn’t be any messier.
The next thing I knew,
he knelt down and lifted me up.
He carried me to the booth seat and laid me down.
I swallowed hard and evaded any eye contact.
are you hurt?
I still couldn’t manage to return to reality while the flirtatious man came back at me.
I choked before I responded anything.
The denim guy crossed his leg to separate me and that flirt.
“Sorry, but she was booked.”
All listeners must have their irises expand to the maximum at this moment.
“She was mine tonight.”
He burrowed his face into mine,
I nodded unconsciously.
The flirt displayed signs of frustration and disinterest,
then set out to hunt for better preys.
I tapped my hat thrice.
The bartender chuckled and handed over a pink flamingo.
I straightened my suit and bounced upright.
As I walked on the stage,
the audience had their eyes glued on me.
I snatched the microphone from the band,
“What a lovely night,
ladies and gentlemen.
Now we are playing a little game here.
We must have ourselves paired up by 2am.
The one singled out would be disqualified.”
The crowd was skeptical,
yet invigorated at the same time.
The entire atmosphere was hyped up with hot-headed singles searching for their lost one night stand.
The man with the suit vanished without even explaining himself.
Clouds of mists blinded me.
The girl was no longer next to me.
Memory is a funny neurological function.
It would trick you into believing something which ain’t real.
J is the best example.
Rewind back to the times on the beaches in winter,
which I learned how to swim because the water was too cold and his body was too warm.
Rewind back to the times when we had a party at my place,
which both of us bought formal attires and danced all night imitating professionals.
Rewind back to the times when he drove a mini cooper and brought me to the hill top,
where we made out with the dazzling city lights in the middle of the night.
Those were the times,
people always said.
But when were these times?
Aren’t they all rosy retrospection of some stained reality which we all desperately tried to deny?
He pushed me to the wall and held my wrists up.
His body leaned on top of me without hesitation.
Supposed I was made to feel ecstatic.
Supposed I should be relishing the moment of reunion.
But shots of scattered pain pierced into my mind,
reminding me of something toxic.
Hereby in front of me was nothing but a scorpion.
The whole setting was chaotic.
People rummaging for partners.
Maybe the next level was streaking out of the bar club.
I couldn’t care less.
I left the main site and into the corners.
A few smokers and those on drugs glared at me.
But what I had noticed was them.
As high as every one approaching me might get,
she was not any of those.
Maybe once was,
but no longer remained as one.
“I thought we were still like before.”
She was unresponsive.
“What are you doing here?”
Did I sound silly keep asking her questions that she won’t reply?
“I am here as my friend invited me and he withdrew the last minute.”
Not for love or sex purposes.
Just investigating something.”
She muttered mhmm.
The night was almost over.
They were still together.
A sudden surge of fury flared up.
Adrenaline arose to the boiling point and I felt like I was going to rupture any moment.
I walked up near them.
The fire alarm was set off by no reason.
Sprinkles of water poured in all directions.
The two men revealed themselves with no barriers between.
The denim trousers were broken.
He seared bits of it and ran towards him in silent domination.
I am sitting on the couch watching the live broadcast of the burned down pub.
The one on fire and most of the others were in hell right now.
They suspected it was arson originally.
But they now would be to dissect his body for testimonials.
Checking on my phone,
I had 10 miss calls.
I unsealed the latest letter to get my new passport out.
I stuck it in my suitcase.
I looked down on the streets and spotted my mini-cooper.
Before I left this place for once and for all,
I took a long last glimpse at the mirror and straightened the back of my wig.
I was no different than J.
Hopping into the car,
he grabbed my tie and ate my face.
I tapped my hat twice and thrice.
He smiled wryly,