Nighttime Riots.

Blue eyes across a table covered in yellowed pools of shitty beer
Condensed with flecks of dirt and mud from ping pong balls that ice skate the snowy floor
Hands shoot them across tables,
Aiming for the highest merit
As teammates collapse in euphoric cheers
As the last red solo cup meets its end

Up the spiraling staircase, barefoot and feeling friendly
Hands reaching out for familiar strangers
Pulling me into you, slowly twisting my desires
Pinning me against wooden walls and keeping my heart on its feet but not above its heels
Alcohol corrodes my inhibitions as your tongue slips slowly through my pearl gates
A sheet of sandpaper embracing a bed of satin,
My mouth fills with pools of blood
And you drink it up

I'm not the first.

So lay me on your bed
And make me feel like a caterpillar within my fleshy cocoon
It feels so good to be someone else tonight
Make me believe that your embrace is something that
I will never know again.