7:20pm
One more night
Soaked in flashing lights
Basking thousands of faces.
One more night
Of bleeding ankles
And a scratchy voice
That for once
Is not simmered
In apathy.
One more night of eyes
Bleeding into mine
Shocking each and every nerve
Until my knees begin to shake.
One more night of nothing
For you
And everything
For me.
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Bleeding ankles—very visceral.
Ending of poem makes me want to hear more about these two.