Dancing Girls
and they’re kissing,
outline blurry
fussy, not quite in focus.
but they’re swaying to the silent music,
the non-existent hum
of bows on strings
and skeletal fingers on
keys.
her hands on the other girls back,
her lips on the other girls’ neck.
kissing that turns to
biting.
caresses that turns to
slaps.
moans that fall to
screams.
stifled in the fuzzy outline;
silenced by the mirrors that face
them.
mirrors which trap and press and
make it impossible to get out.
and so they’re kissing again,
lips against lips
darling they’re trapped
and they’re
kissing.
internal screaming
shattered
by lips against lips
mirrors that crack but don’t shatter.
Girls who are caught,
running out of air
slowly dancing,
constantly dancing.
Jemma Hoolahan is currently studying English Literature at Edinburgh University in Scotland. Both a feminist and lover of words, Jemma has previously been published in Vagabond City Journal and Fickle Muses for her pieces on gender and sexuality. She is currently working as a poetry reader for Transcending Shadows and Persephone Daughters. She writes weekly for her university newspaper, The Student and often posts her poetry on her blog: heartsexplode.tumblr.com.
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