New Year’s First Mistake

"[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

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A. Lagarde

Just another weird person in the internet.

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