lily under the disco lights

journal entry 02.28.26

Lily was pretty and nice and seemed, under the shimmering, sparkling lights of the disco, more than what she was — elevated beyond her physical form as I watched closely, intently, her face questioning, requesting politely but insistently the nectar transformed from ichor welling up from my lips; I felt sorry for her.

She didn’t know I saw in the shape of her face and her eyes the imitated essence of another, a kiss shared in a faraway land, a goodbye given, a cigarette smoked, two strangers in love sitting on the steps outside the train station, neither knowing they were destined to stab the other to death.

No, sweet Lily did not know this at all and she closed her eyes as I grabbed the back of her neck and brought her up, under the shimmering, sparkling disco lights, to meet me once again.