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loud silence
heart still thumping
like a rhythm
dancing -
barefoot
on the shards of
glass
that contained liquid
courage
and disinhibition.
red cups
strewn like scattered
thoughts
forced to be picked up
because everyone
and
everything
else has gone.
cigarette butts
spilling out of
ash trays like
burned regrets
and cindered dreams
we burned
talking too much
and doing too little.
the only
after party
is the stillness
that freezes my bones,
numbs my mind
because i felt
and now
i don’t
anymore.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Comments (2)
And you will seek feeling again and again.
It's been a long time since I partied...cos I'm an old man lol. but, this echoes some of the house parties I went to when I was in my late teens and early twenties!