Shes coming through

One eye painted, one eye bare. Red mouth waiting in the mirror. My dress hangs open at the shoulder. The bass comes breathing through the wall. I feel her move before I do. I feel the room begin to turn. She’s coming through. Coming through. Every time the bass hits, She’s coming through. Let her through. Let her through. I can’t hold her back now. She’s coming through. Let her through. Let her through. Powder settles on the counter. My name hangs crooked on the door. One heel strikes the dressing-room floor. The mirror doesn’t blink anymore. I feel her move before I do. I feel the whole room making room. She’s coming through. Coming through. Every time the bass hits, She’s coming through. Let her through. Let her through. I can’t hold her back now. She’s coming through. I don’t put her on. I let her out. She’s coming through. Coming through. Every time the bass hits, She’s coming through. She’s coming through. Coming through. You can feel the room shift. She’s coming through. She’s coming through. Let her through. She’s coming through. Let her through. One eye painted. The whole room changed.