circles are closing in
swallowing
breaking barriers of politics and sexuality.
we've all got stories to spill into strangers laps.
everyone has a message and a legacy to leave behind.
some of us cry into pillowcases, or down wrists -
drips of tears off fingertips.
we're holding onto cracks in our foundations, fixing brickwork with smiles we force onto lips.
this is going to be a long night.
monsters under the bed haunt you even when your eyes are wide
everything's resting on this line.
tomorrow is nothing more than wasted time.
take both her hands in yours and feel the feeling of feeling adored.
maybe it'll all be worth it after all.
loveetc
