the sound of neon

tangled hair and mismatched limbs
stumbling out of bed;
water hissing in the shower;
skin blue, eyes red.

whispered confessions on collarbones
these gentle acts of violence
cold feet on colder floors
rain, rattling windows in the silence

flickering streetlights, dancing shadows
cigarettes dying in bright plumes
breathless laughter, shivering hands
cheap wine; washed-away perfume

sharp blue lights, dark as misdirection
music felt in the bones
one pair of eyes, to keep from drowning
in a galaxy on unknowns

(part i)

NaPoWriMo Day 3.


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