Closing Hour

pale hair glides through a bustling city street closing hour exposes faces of defeat eating, eating, sleeping, sleeping repeating, repeating, repeating liquor spills from the hand of lost soul licking flames ignite from hot coals inviting hands reach out for her to hold innately knowing she’s lost control mashed up windows grab at her reflection tired eyes look into them for a connection she’s begging for the right perception other eyes only see misconception mouths always move too fast what they say is vast heart lies in a cracked cast what she has to say comes last demons in corners come out to play thin paths guide her through the maze swollen sounds put her in a deeper daze she’s praying her life is just in a phase