I’ve spilled it but its too loud for the incident

locked eyes half opened

parading around a puddle that signified my disarray

i peak into its vibration as a way to make out my shape and i’ve never looked better than i do in this distortion

floating in a rivers rush

spotting mistakes yet to come and a shape yet to form

when the lights dim i’ll lift my head up as if the moment never occurred

and we will all stomp out the only part of me that existed that night