Having Danced

There is no way of describing the disgusting feeling that comes of having danced the night before.

Try as you might, it is impossible to take your mind of it. You dwell on every little detail, every ill-advised shuffle and finger point. You put it to the back of your mind where it lurks – a dark shadow colouring and poisoning every over thought in your head.

I imagine that this is how it feels to have killed someone and to regret it. You try and go about your life, but you always know that something is deeply wrong and that it’s too late to undo it.