Dance floor war

War on the dance floorI call but explosions drown out my cry. I am but a soldier in a battle zone, watching my love pass away. Watching her disappear amongst air strikes I lift my glass, administering pain relief.

I lift my head to the skies losing myself in its dazzlingly beauty. There’s now no reason left to live.


Is response to Jezri’s Nightmares 55 word challenge, there were three image prompts to include; a disco ball, fireworks and a glass of red wine.


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