Standing at the door;
I was greeted with the aroma of cigarette smoke,
Mixed in with the scent of cheap liquor
And the very distinctive stench of bodily fluids.
My heart was beating beyond a thousand beats a second,
I couldn’t stop blinking and I felt my palms getting sweaty.
Inside everyone knew what went on.
I could feel the stares piercing through the back of my head,
Judging me and assuming things.
I thought I could just turn away and act like I was lost instead.
In my head I told myself go for it or go home.
I gently knocked on the door.
It was quickly opened, to my surprise by a rather impressively large and scruffy male.
I walked in
And I slowly followed behind him.
As I walked on,
Past the dimly lit rooms
Where people did unspeakable things,
Where I think the devil’s soul happily singed.
My own fantasies I began to digest.
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I turned around and was directed to the room by the corner.
I took a deep breath,
Felt my pocket for my wallet
And then I entered in.
Unbelievable to my eyes the things that happened and were seen.
It honestly felt like a dream, but since then to that place I haven’t been.
Though constant visions of it have stayed with me.