She breathes so hard, so heavy,
sweat dripping down her every pore,
a low grumble reverberating through the walls,
causing ripples in time herself.
Boom, boom, boom, boom,
is that the sound of her heart?
A space so closed, so tight,
she's wet from the sweat,
the sweat of animals,
savages, dancing away in the night.
As the melody begins to build,
step by step her world spins,
minutes, hours, flowers, sounds,
green, blue, purple, brown,
permeating the heavens in sight,
with their beautiful bright light,
time moves faster, faster,
the stars are brighter, her feet feel lighter,
she flies and flies to space itself,
dancing with the stars, the light surrounds her,
the melody begins to slow,
time slows down, the stars slow down,
the savages slow down,
A silence lingering, waiting to explode,
waiting to break the tension it caused,
the savages lay still, hungry for battle,
their hands in the air, waiting for the beast.
the animals are teased by the break in silence,
but in silence they wait.
A sudden crash emerges from the left,
everybody's attention shifts,
another crash from the right,
then again from the left,
crashes come in from every direction,
closer and closer to the middle,
about to crush the savages in its vice-grip,
but before the enemy's crashes could reach,
the beast tore through the crashes,
and granted pleasurable salvation for its followers,
invading the minds of many,
giving them eternal ecstasy.
If only a mirror were there,
to show she was not in space,
but in a realm of her own.