I think

I know

We play denial,

These dragging hours





In the insincere.

Posts that saturate my phone screen,

Illuminating my eyes,

Full of both fire and water,

With a loud

Purple and blue light

Contrasted with

The darkness

Of my 2 AM portrait.

I asked myself

If they’re intentionally armed or not.

Those words

Scattered across

A bitter keyboard.

So unconcerned and rash.

But under this moon

I realize

They’ll put on a grandiose show,

Because they know

You’re in attendance,


In the front row.

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