Breaking the Rules in a Foreign Land

1st night of the summer…
1st summer away from home…
Me,
walking around,
as if I held something to be passed on.

Host for the weekend…
Guest for the night…
Alcohol, music, and freedom,
breaking the rules,
in a foreign land,

Rain purring…
Grass hopping…
Bodies rubbing against the mist
that was keeping them apart
from the inhibitions that were to be left in the past.

Splash! Splash!
Screamed the water of the pond…
Lives were self-invited into it,
without permissions of sorts.

Swimming over streams of electricity,
created by the overseeing moonlight.
-We weren’t in there for too long,
gladiators were heading to us…
-We ran away, straight back to
where fear and jokes would linger.

All wet and scared,
She hides the evidence…
Knock, Knock Knock!
Scary sound, like a gunshot lingering in the air
leads her to hear against the door,
with hope that it was only the sound of her heart,
banging against her chest for help.

She is silent.
Not the rain falling can be heard.
Seconds after,
a friend screams, letting her know
that there’s no authority that can be seen.

She opens the door…
They laughed…
Next day,
nobody got caught,
only her sandals remain captive
as evidence,
underneath the waters from which she ran.