I recall a reunion of sorts.
faces from old, smiling.
hugs and high fives, arms stretching.
shot up.
liquid
down.
more hugs, bodies compiling.
cards shuffle, music blares.
I can't move with all this sound.
"Make it stop," I think, but mean to say.
The rush continues in my direction.
I watch my body from above as it lays on the ground,
music screaming eminently in my ears.
Make it stop I continue to think,
but I was never able to speak.
Get away from me, get away.
Turn this noise off. But the notes keep weaseling their way into my ears.
"Make it stop," I finally mutter, but want to scream.
I still watch my body from above, hoping it was all a dream.
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