Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in

They found her under the second tallest pine tree about 70 metres from the crowd she’d been there for six hours in cut-off skinnies and a washed out wife beater the left red jazz shoe was missing and as one reached out to touch her purple goose fleshed arm she sat upright and incoherently explained: “one walked in, another followed, my collar bone contorted, siphon it out fuck off... chritmas roses.” A final drop and it all made perfect sense.