Encolpius

I wince between dancers of the gothic glamour

bathed in bodies I have never met

and we scream in unison a guilty pleasure, 

feeding a poetic laugh.

I flow past eyes that will never see me and capture breaths I will never have.

But I live this everafter

After a world of great disaster.

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