late nights, early mornings
make us feel invincible
untouchable
armor of sequins and mascara
swallowed by the sounds
the pounding lights, slapping warnings
but we ignore them just the same
flying away slipping
away from our history
please, let me go
sharp pains stab again
at the most poignant
stupid artery
and we scream over the music
over drag queens
and strangers
we drown ourselves in them
the lost.