Forced karma, and you're still pulling thread from dilated pupils.
Wrap your wrists and untie all your knots.
What's done has been done before; you left the records on repeat.
Sheer curtains with the 7 A.M. sun, I remembered how I got here,
and why this had begun.
Laser tag and I pin you down.
Neon glow pouring from your collar bones as my lips meet in the hollowed out hope.
Soft orange crown, tracing with fingertips, sharp teeth, and breath meeting.
There is spirit here, dancing at midnight parties.
You'll meet me someday, in the outline of a heartfelt beat.
The noisy static of wandering souls.

-S.M.