THE
FU...ING BALLROOM
Written
by Judy Fay London
Am I alive?
My eyelids weigh a hundred pounds.
I force them to open, yet
for minutes, they refuse to see the world.
But I fight.
I fight until the dark takes shape:
a hidden space beneath the floor.
Silence weights the heavy air. Yet,
I feel I can still hear them, dancing and laughing
up in the grand ballroom.
The fu...king ballroom!
What
happened to me?
The memory is
fractured.
A man’s shadow, many
heavy blows, and then…
No, I don’t want to
remember. I just
wish I had never been
born ordinary.
Born to be hunted like
an animal
by the monsters dancing
in that fu...ing ballroom.
Will I
die?
I don’t know, and I don’t
care. I’m not
even grown, but I want it
to end.
I want to leave this
dark world,
this ugly place, this
fu…ing ballroom!
And f…k the blind, ordinary
crowd below
who serve the evil
souls dancing above
my head in that fu…ing
ballroom.
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