Splashing, splashing, ricocheting beats in bubbled caves.
Drumming, pulsing, swaying, bursting, lolling all around.
Feet are tapping, rythyms lapping, heads twirl to the sound.
Sparkled sequined gowns of silver reflecting concert light.
Spilling into unison, the dancers fray the night.
And leading to the final act, in which they all refrain.
Settling into a puddle
until they
meet the
Drain.
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Something that I wrote that didn't have to do with death...for once. Hehe, tear it apart as needed.
