Hearts beat, in anticipation
as they walk by the bouncer.
They step into the club
and everything is alright.
These walls this music it raises them up
There’s no need to fight here. Just dance
Hispanic. Black. Gay. Trans. And more.
Hearts all beating
In unison on the dance floor.
They were home.
And then he walks in.
And they have seen his face before
And just assumed that he belongs here too.
The floor, becomes stained with red.
It can tell the difference between the sweat which had been falling before,
this liquid was thick and warm.
And it wasn’t supposed to be here. Not here.
Please, anywhere but this haven.
Heaven ain’t ready for these souls yet.
Beat ferociously at the sound of the first gun shot.
One by one, the dancing stops.
One by one the fear sets in,
until it is suffocating.
Until the popping sounds again:
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang
Then hearts are beating
in unison with the rest
And finally, when it is over
not beating at all.