she quaked

throwing the coat over a chair

throwing propriety right out the fucking door

bourbon burning a memory in her throat

she unfurled what was kept in a tight coil
all day
stripping bare

she closed her eyes and danced

swaying gently at first

slowly with her hips
keeping time

her heavy breasts
marking an aching rhyme

her lower lip
in her teeth

she felt the beat

moving more forcefully, righteously

she took over the room

in a primal flash

she was all and nothing

she held answers with no questions

the chair was empty
but she was not

the music quieted and faded to nothing

but her thrumming continued

as the very room quaked with her

for her

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