Submerged in sweat and soda,
deep basslines melting through
their spine. Blue scales and golden
feathers gracing bronzed skin, a
chain of rhinestones celebrating
every wrinkle in a face full of stars,
smelling like ozone and suncream.
They lost their tickets to the merry-go-round
of intoxication, black hat, blue dress,
three wishes, blown into the night,
like the fog fluids dampening their sight.
Leaden snakes creeping along exposed
ankles, the way back home alleviated by
the comfort of conversation. Two
spacechildren talking death and intimacy,
survivors of a generation lost to pills and
endless opportunities. The glitter had
destroyed the floor, so nobody dared to wear
it anymore, but these two. Their faces
rivaling the starlit night, celebrating all
queens, who had paved their way into this
mysterious road, we call adulthood.
© Matthias Geh, 14th July 2018 for Sid 🖤