Rays in the Dark

Another Round

With Lana Del Rey slipping out of the speakers

and over our skin like silk,

we danced.

Not because we were happy-

because we weren't-

but because it helped us feel.

I guess it's better

to feel loose and free

then trapped in the cage

this town threw us into.

Numb legs and tangled hair,

we fall in a heap

becoming tangled in sheets

as we go down.

Your fingers trace my scars

and they are the only hands

I would ever wish to touch them.

We are warriors in the dark,

fighting to feel anything

other than the pain that hails down

when the lights come up.

We smile for the cameras,

but our bodies are quaking.

Muscles aching and tears brimming

in lying eyes,

I slam my gates

and lock them closed.

If anyone knew the truth,

the game would be over.

Don't you want to play?