The Party’s Over
I packed the champagne flutes carefully
I packed the champagne flutes carefully
November sunsets are under appreciated
they say we’re all snowflakes
last week I was stuck
I planted them
I slip through the trees while the light turns slowly from indigo to a pale yellow the houses still glow amber spilling their secrets
the ten swords
I told you
the streetlights wavered
They pushed me out, hands tied