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The Night of the Dance

January 13, 2013
By PlainJanie BRONZE, Rochester, Michigan
PlainJanie BRONZE, Rochester, Michigan
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The ghost of that ugly beat thrums
hard in my chest.
“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I know you’re waiting for something,
but all the sugar I’ve eaten is
grit in my mouth,
and my mother’s headlights
break through the night.
A single nod despairingly
and we part, a widening
barrier of regret between us.


The author's comments:
This is a true recount of an experience I had, and I hope I convey the extent of the feelings that occurred.

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