Winter

The world ended
Christmas eve
the spinoff
is dizzying
this vacuum
this dream cycle
is exhausting.
Layers of fun
pile
over sadness
and loss.

Dresses of gossamer and tulle
tiny chocolate cupcakes
and a broken baroque chair
in a mirror lined room.
Music ramps up and down
soft love songs and techno
boys in velvet suits kissing
each other,
then the girls
one after the other.
a modern day ball
with snow in the corner
and me in a black dress,
to the floor
wet from drinks
that missed lips
twirling into the night
of this new
Winter.

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