Messy reunions

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 am no longer 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.