Tick tock tick tock
The clock counts down the seconds ever so slowly.
How much longer until I wake up from this nightmare?
How much longer until I wake up from this pain?

Absinth, rum, vodka, whiskey, schnapps
Burning my nostrils with a fire
One, two, three, four shots more
Trying to numb this horrible pain

I'm starting to get dizzy
The room is spinning
I am dancing across eternity with a bottle in my hand
My skirts twirling around me with gusto

Tick tock tick tock
The seconds are getting slower
The room is drawing pitch behind my hidden eyes
A hand grabs hold of my arm as I nearly fall over

Bile rises in my throat and threatens to expel
But I choke it back down and smile
Taking another sip of the burning fire in a cold bottle
Trying to pay penance for a sin I have yet to commit

The hand lifts me up and a voice
Deep and sharp to the brain
Laughs and asks me to dance
Without thinking I set the bottle down

My body is thrusted about
Hands running over the contours of my figure
Pulling me close and thrusting hard
Sex on the dance floor

Tick ... Tock ...
Time has nearly halted and the hand is leading me somewhere
My dizziness is making me sick again
But this time I fall in a corner and wretch up a green liquid

The hand pulls my hair back softly as I see the non existent food I ate
The burning liquid that burns more coming up then going down
Smells making me want to vomit more in the corner
But the heaving came and the hand helped me up

The voice whispered words to me that I could not understand
My head fell side to side until the hand placed it on his shoulder
My eyes shut tight as though I were trying to prevent something
When in reality I was trying to sleep while walking

I heard a room open and my head was suddenly spinning
Something told me this was not my room
The smell was not mine to hold and find sanity in
It was a foreign smell

My body found it's way to the bed where the sheets enveloped me
I could feel the hands running over my body with passion and lust
I was suddenly scared but my body was numb
Hidden and falling away from me until not even my hand would move

Bile rose to my throat again and threatened to spill out of my mouth
The hand turned my head to the side so it was hanging over the edge
Allowing me spew up the bile on the floor in a smell of pain and ecstasy

I felt the hands moving over my body
Almost like I was on the dance floor again
But these were more violent
More intrusive

Tick ... ...
Time has finally stopped
Allowing me to endure every part of this horrible sin
Allowing me to be apart of it all so I will never forget the pain

The next morning came
I must have passed out
My body was numb
And frozen to the spot.

The bed in which I lay was empty save me
The floor had my clothes sprawled out upon it
Cigarette burns staining the ugly puke infested carpet

It didn't take long for me to process what had happened.
Stupidity and fear set in,
Rushing me to the bathroom
For a shower that could not wash away the dirts of time

When I looked in the mirror
I saw naught me
But a thinned, paled and bruised little girl

Dismissing the false mirror
The wash cloth had nearly disinegrated in my hands
My skin rubbed raw in places
But I still felt dirty

It happened only a few years ago
And as I stand in the room with different people and faces
The familiar feeling of bile and burning liquid runs through my body
And though different, still the same,
A hand reaches for me by the arm to steady me...

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