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Afterparty

The sky is collapsing,
Across the plans you pinned to this night,
The clothes you found, buried in my yard,
Hang from your bones, but don’t quite fit right.
Your guests crash through the doorway,
Armed with promise and prayer,
They follow the beat from under feet,
Of your handcuffed heart downstairs.
 
We get the party started,
The music builds to drown us in sound,
I try to shout your name, but muscles close and nothing will come out.
I work my mouth to make the words, to songs I know you’ve heard before,
The lines clang past my teeth and land as lead, lifeless on the floor.
 
Keep the drinks coming,
You’ll find me at the bottom of that glass,
A smeared shape locked in watery lens,
Smoothed and newly cast.
The police cars slam their sirens,
Through the blaze raging outside,
You crack your voice to crush the noise,
But can’t hide the fear in your eyes.
 
The spotlight turns to find us,
Locked in steps like jagged scars,
You make your moves to echoes, copied notes that burn as bright as stars.
Barefoot on broken glass, each inch you take’s a mile across the ground,
Climbing past my folded arms, to find a kiss framed with closed mouths.
 
The sun is crashing,
Across the guests sunk into the floor,
The fire burns through dreaming eyes,
As smoke climbs up the walls.
They drew us in their biggest shapes,
Full stopped and dotted line,
You flood their drinks and match their grins,
As the copper taste drowns in red wine.
 
But now the party’s over,
The world explodes as voices start to fade,
All eyes upon you, dancing, jewelled in promises I never made.
I move between you and the door, breathe deep and loose it from the frame,
To watch the flames storm in, free your heart and burn you all the same.

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