Everyone came to Dianna’s party.
Silly Riley and Comedian John and Funny Silvia,
they all came. Even reclusive Will, introvert Sharlene,
and I knew that missing this party would be
social
suicide.
The lights are too bright and flashy-I can’t see-
Was this my cup?- It feels so sticky and sweaty-
Why is
the sound
of the
bass so
damn loud?
Everyone- every-one
is packed into the apartment
like sardines in a can.
Too small a space
Too many people
I can’t-
Breathe-
I manage to find a door throw it open
Breathe.
Sorry silence of a sweet night.
You offer me no comfort.
I look back through
the blue-hued window
But the image is blurry–the glass is murky
Dark and foggy, like a cemetery-
a headstone for all, death be merry
Eyes stare back, fishy eyes
And everyone becomes every
body,
All too quickly.
James Bowie High School
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