Bassline

I feel the drumbeat.

I feel the pulse of the music,

Reverberating around my ears and brain,

Twisting into my heart.

I feel the bassline

With each hit of the sound

Pulsating your energy around you

Like shock waves

Hitting me again

And again

And again.

I feel every clap of the music

I see every head flip

I can tell you're in your element.

I feel the bassline

And it crashes a hammer into my heart

Breaking it

Piece

By

Piece

As your essence

Your youness

Blasts out

Drawn out and weaponized

By the bassline

And crashes into mine.

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QueenBee

VT

13 years old

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