Their sharpened, smoky glares burned a hole into our foreheads.

Feet shuffling out, hands clasped around unknown bodies.

Who said that? Who’s talking to who?

What makes them think they can treat us like that?

Thoughts pumping, pavement blurring.

Shouts ring as rebels sing.

“Who knows, honestly.” Who knows what will come of any of us.

What will come of these years, these days that seem to last longer

Than they should.

Eyelids begin to grow heavy as every cloud rises.

Inner thoughts blurted aloud.

Busting coughs turn into reddened faces.

“It’s quiet in here.” Then everything simply was.

Every being in their place, no disruptions, muted music flowing through.

A hand slipped onto my hip, a sigh on my neck, and my body suddenly relaxed into his.

Nothing wrong, nothing at all in the world.