Tonight at the playground:

We’re screaming ex-loves names, (pretending) it doesn’t hurt

we sparkle like new years sequins & drink like Mardi gras whores – we
are ugly- and in this crises we fuel lonely hearts and these pretty girls, they taste
like cherries

on the swings:

we’re flying and letting our fingers ache, the flash of shooting stars behind
our snowy eyelids is excruciating & we’re laughing, we can’t breathe

catapulting down the slides:

we’re suffering the aftershock of internal civil wars gone to addictions & suicides- we
are not lonely tonight;

(we haunt)