Poetry · Writing

night out

beat is kicking

your hands are jumping

around my throat

like a choker-

side to side

fingers grinding under my earlobe

“do you wanna get out of here”

i dont remember

where here was

beat is kicking

your hands are jumping

around my coat

miles ahead

side to sife

fingers in my hair

“lets get a slice of pizza”

that

is a great idea

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