What A Shame

At night our lips hang in
Open question marks asking
What it means to be alone
Or together and if the throbbing
Beats in our heads indicate 
The collective consciousness 
Or unconsciousness that rides
Beneath salivating tongues 
Lights trains spoken words that
Hover unknown and misunderstood 
In the nights that are swallowed
By their own darkness 

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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