So you decide to become outlandish as you
line your eyes with kohl.
You paint your nails blood red, dark green,
and watch them glisten fiercely in black gold.
You ride your bike faster than you should, pretending
you are on your wild mount, tearing
freely through the woods.
Primal drums throb out black boxes,
impregnating the wooden floor as they flow.
While you imagine you are dancing
naked where only gods would go.