An elixir in slim glasses
Disembodies mystery
They listen as it
Surges through their veins
Falling head first into the loud
Darkness of the night
Held upright by strange hands
Streetlights and sadness in their sight
Hovering in disconnected blurriness
Hearing distant humming on my skin
While drinking from my rotten core
As though kissing a mirror
Barely slipping into me until they return.