by Amarah Ennis
Pounding music. The bass vibrates through your bones. Lights strobe in colors you shouldn't be able to see. You could've sworn you'd drained the drink in your hand, but it sloshes across your knuckles as you stumble across the floor.
Too many people. You trip over a stray foot and sail towards the ground.
Someone catches you.
Unidentifiable. They're trapped in neon fishnets, dull rhinestones lining their bright eyes. Their hand travels up your arm, light as a spiderweb on skin. You shiver. They speak, and you read the shapes of their shiny pink lips.
Wanna get out of here?