Purple Alleyways

small wound #49

First Act: purple.music

Second Act: purple.poetry

Purple Alleyways

The night
we never lived
still breathes,
still waits
for the world to end

Tokyo alleyways
washed in purple—
neon burning
at four a.m.

Lights gather
in my bones
and linger
where my wings
used to be

Smudged makeup,
sweat spilling,
the music takes me
and you—
you look at me
with your eyes closed

Time bends
so we can lose ourselves
a lifetime
in a couple of hours

And despite
the abuse
of substances—
or maybe
because of it—

I can feel you
digging into me,
I can hear you
say my name
with your hands

If I ever wanted to fly
toward a purple sky,
for the pleasure of feeling free
from myself

If I ever wanted to fly
and pass through your walls,

it would be during the night
we never lived

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