Author's Note: This is dedicated to my good friend Hilary, 'cause she just
And she dances

under Technicolor lights,

Twisting and turning

until daybreak.

Lost among the crowds

of people, just as lost as she.

Dances through a second wind

of screeching guitar rifts.

Pulsing in the background

throbs the steady beat of drums.

And she longs to find herself

but she's hidden far too well.