She's on the
dance floor,
not a care in the world,
swaying to the music
her hair
unfurled.
She's left her drink
unattended,
it's been apprehended
by a man
that's been
watching her
all night.
She really is
quite a sight.
Her thin waist,
that tight dress...
He's under quite a bit
of duress,
contemplating
his next move.
He makes a split decision,
and with practiced precision
slips something
in her drink
as he walks by.
A movement so imperceptible,
undetectable
to the wandering eye.
After a while,
the girl makes a beeline
for her drink.
She notices a man
watching her,
he raises his
with a wink.
She raises the glass
to her lips,
takes a sip,
unseeing
and a strange sensation
washes over her being.
In a couple strides
he's at her side,
asking her to dance.
She never stood a chance.
At least
that's what's running
through his mind,
but not everyone
turns a blind-eye;
There's another girl
trying to drown her sorrows
in a bottle of gin,
who noticed the man walk by,
slip the drugs in.
She gets to her feet,
heads over to the pair,
she makes up an excuse
to get the other woman
out of there.
She'd felt as if her whole world
was falling apart,
but she wasn't as helpless
as she'd thought,
instead, she possessed
enough courage
to prevent an onslaught.
Her world would go on,
and so would another's,
two strangers,
coincidentally
supporting one another.
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Habits of the Heart
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