Dusk

Broken glass glitters in the headlights along the lips of the curb

Footsteps crunched in oblivion

Percussing a nonexistent beat

Tumbling bodies into the grass

A hoop, lit in perpetual motion

Limbs entwined; heart-wrenched fears exploding

Melting like fireworks against the windshield

"It was meant to be like this."

"Breathe. You are okay."

Long stares

(This)

The hoop, never stopping

Colors, vibrant against black

Twirling as an elegant dancer

Reflecting against the earth

Deferring sunrise.

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