night girl
Published in
Nov 11, 2023
night trips down the stairs
lands in a heap at the bottom
red dripping from her lips
but a smile,
still a smile
for the neon beats back against her
in a pulsating rhythm
feather-soft blows that stain her
acid green and fluorescent pink
welcome bruises
anything other than the black
than the chasmous darkness
yawning out of her heart
it is her and not her and too much at once
too all
too nothing
it spreads down to her chipped fingertips
that she pushes into the conrete
back to standing and stumbling
down this electrified street
seeking and seeking
anything
