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.
Poem A Day prompt 20 A poem refusing to look back.