"[Redacted], help me" as I closed my eyes Palpable discomfort, to no one's surprise Alarm bells going off my head Amidst kaleidoscopic strobes and music for the dead
Under the weight of another, In the arms of a stranger What use are thorns and a stinger When you are faced with a beekeeper?
"You're beautiful" "You're cool" "Relax, babe. Don't be shy" "You won't know until you try"
Hands - intrusive Kisses - unwarranted Limped, light headed, disabled "You'll get used to it," he whispered
I silently cried, "[Redacted], save me," Oh, but really, what use would it be? He's not here - he's gone forever Drifting quickly, lost in the ether
First day, first mistake All I'm asking for is a break I can't believe I've been deceived - Although I guess it's a good thing it didn't happen on New Year's eve
Allison Lagarde 