His hand smoothly poured my drink into my glass
I watched the cool clear liquid swirl around
My ears closed to its silent screams of warning
I took the glass and smiled a thank you
Didn’t see his eyes follow me when I left
Sitting down at my lonely black table
Way in the back
I shifted in my too tight black dress
Scrunched up way too high
And yet far too low at the same time
I lifted the cold to my virgin lips
Fifteen years young I drank for the first time
Feeling watched, feeling pressured by no one but ghosts
The cold slipped down my throat
Quickly turning to fire mid way to my stomach
I coughed then stopped quickly
Don’t show them that you’re young
Show them you can handle it
I choked down another swig, the fire muted this time
It tickles almost pleasant
Sitting at my lonely table
My eyes watch hungrily the moving mass of people
Painted rainbow by the sensuous lights
So bright yet so private
They all look so in control, so powerful
He found me lost in the shadows of youth
He saw me through the dark
I handed him my glass, now empty
Didn’t see his eyes shine like the devils
As he took my thin hand and led me to the open door
Out into eternal night
Where sensuous lights never paint my face
And only ghosts can ask me to dance