a collision of chords and she’s standing upon a fallen empire, night cascading around her. she watches as strangers kiss among the rubble, catching breaths between the glow of phone screens.

call off the search for your soul
or put it on hold again

volume up, and the ash turns into snowflakes. the shattered disco lights turn into dim lit stars fighting for an inch of sky. sticky romanticism, flooding her senses.

come on, come on, come on

cue the chorus, now she’s dancing somewhere only she knows. at the base of her foot, a bottleneck crown, beaded with bad decisions, broken hearts.

come on, come on, come on

she pulls it on, taking the long way home.