I've always hated raves.
the way the girls and boys, dance and scream, lose all sense of pride and decency in seconds , as well as their clothing, leaves nothing more but bare skin and glitter to take their place.
The smell of alcohol tinting everyone's breath. The drugs clouding their minds. Makes them lustful, hungry.
The sound of the music. How it beats fast. Shaking the walls, as if threatening to make them collapse, under the weight of their own sound.
The feeling I get in my gut when I no longer see your face in the crowd. The horrible things I the imagine happening to you when call out your name and no one answers
How I pull you away from the hungry people in the crowed. Girls with painted eyes rubbing against you. Boys with long hair trying to pull you away from me.
How I hold your red curls out of your delicate face. Just so you can throw up everything that entered your system.
But I will always love when we finally get in your bed. The waking suns soft glow entering the room. The 3 words you whisper as we fall asleep, is the only reason I put up with the horrible raves.
"Thank you, Stan"