DANCING IN THE DARK
PROLOGUE
Me and Simon went out for dinner. He told us what a wonderful night he had. Then he sat up and gave me a kiss goodnight. What a feeling. That kiss. So soft and putrid. A stain, an aura, giving me light and shedding my skin. I'll never forget it. It was the first time. It was my last. Little did I know of his curse. His old ancient Egyptian curse that befell upon me. He broke me down. Let me know what a sap I am for loving him. It's as if he drove me to my insanity. Or was it love itself that drove him away? I don't know. Nor will I find out when I see him again. It'll be an amazing reunion. There will be sparkles and moonshines and crystal lights. But it won't last forever. I remember the night I showed up at his door crying. Begging for mercy. Just make it stop. It's not necessary. Nor will it ever be upon my fate. Grasping the ideal linguistics of love and nature and all of those idiotic recipes they feed us. Christ. I was on my knees. He stared me down for a while and told me that I'm not going anywhere. Then he slapped me. That's right. He slapped me, real hard too. I still have the red mark on my face to prove it. I think one of his fingernails also penetrated a bit of my skin. But I'm not worried.
I came home, danced with a moonlight sonata. Giving back what is necessary. What I haven't been taking alive isn't needed to prevent someone's restraints, or even set them free. I still try to forget that night. But my reunions tonight. I need to get ready. Prepare and be aware. That's the cliché that I always say. I open my closet door, and my stuffed animals fall from the top shelf. It's a blue stuffed bear. I used to hide my cocaine in it, but I'm clean now. The other is a memoir from Simon, a light green toad that he won for me at the Stonewall Town Fair. It's green with envy, and has adorable googly eyes. There were nights when I wanted to shove this down the garbage disposal. Nights of sharp yelling and streaming anger throughout the apartment. But then I think of the tenderness we shared. And I stow it away forever. He even engraved my name on its butt. "Sarah" with a little heart under it. I put the animals back and get myself dressed.
I threw on my green dress. Green was our favorite color. Green represents both purity AND greed on opposite sides of the spectrum. It's the color of nature, like leaves and grass, and also the color of money. It's beauty and economics that balances out the world. It gives us both emotions and the will to live. But enough ranting, I must be heading out soon. I grab my high heels, and apply my make up carefully. I'm going to make sure I wear my non-smudge lipstick, just in case I kiss him. What I wouldn't give to put my tongue in his mouth again. My hair looks good. Better than ever. I can't wait any longer. I'm leaving early. I step out my house and into the car, shove the keys in and start the engine rollin. Little did I know…
…I never should have left…for what's about to come isn't a happy reunion, nor a sparkling aura. There will be no sparkles or moonshines or crystal lights…
