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The terror of the question spared my trembling lips my jitterbug arms, legs

Expelled instead like a deflating balloon in a big empty ballroom

     barely audible sound as it gases is way to the floor

                  its first/last breath



If the house lights went up i know i'd see you beside me, sombre but helpless

It's no use hiding that little honest pin in your hand, but you let it drop to the floor anyway

           loud as a scream under covers

And it's no use hiding the party hat on my head, but i take it off anyway, toss it aside

       like i knew there wasn't anything to celebrate

    like we pretend to have understood each other all along

like we arrived here in this room just to admire the paint job

like we don't have the faintest idea why there's a shapeless scrap of once-hopeful latex drawing our eyes out from behind their closed shutters; a big mess that wants to be mopped up but i didn't see it if you didn't

                     but OH!

               Will you look at the time?



just long enough for me to get out of here

                          shake off your meaningful stare