Disco Discomfort

My friend told me not to worry,

I would just be fine,

But I enter the doors,

And am greeted by an unruly sabbath.

It smells of rusting iron and wet gunpowder,

So much that I feel myself unable

To breathe.

The music is beating in my ears,

But my heart is beating louder

In my throat.

Everything is suddenly closing in on me,

Everyone is staring at me,

I’m not welcome here, that must be true.

Lights are flashing,

As if warning of the arrival

Of the devil himself.

I should have never come here,

Just my existence pains others.

I must escape, before these walls

Around me

Close in

And reveal my true self to everyone.

The loo, yes,

I’m in a haze as I make a jagged beeline

For the lavatory, which seems so

Far away.

I should have never

Agreed to come here.

My reflection stares at me from the toilet bowl,

Grimacing deliriously.

Everything is red!

Red, red like the pits of Hell!

Why am I here, I don’t know

I wish I wasn’t like this,

Incapable of living without fears,

Making everyone uncomfortable

Just by being alive!

Maybe, maybe if I stare at my reflection

Long enough,

Gripping at this alabaster bowl,

The devil will arise from the abyss

And let me breathe again.