Devils Ballroom Poem by Katheryn Foley

Let me take your hand
I'll spin you in circles
Until you're sick and vomit
Waves of nausea come
Disoriented on the dance floor

Devilish sways make you fall
Onto the coffee black tile
Nervously shaking hard
Trying to stand on your own
Afraid to take that same hand again

But the devil is sly and you slip
Back into his cage of death
Not knowing what will come next
You search for a mistake to justify
To feel free to spread wings and fly