And the image slammed against my eyes,
and the scent of smoke hit my nostrils intensely,
As that music pounded in my ears,
And my hips swung to my imaginary beat,
His fingers on my skin were reenacted,
The claustrophobia came back,
And I was drowning in my memories,
In the middle of a mass of people that didn't care,
And I was all alone.
