Blinding flashing lights, Every touch, every sound, Broken lines of addiction As the bass thrummed through the nerves, The insolent protagonist, Hunting for revenge, The genteel anti-hero, Mirthful in her quest, Punches, Kicks Crushed bones, Stabbed torsos, And damaged egos. A bandaged apology, And an archaic story. A soft mutter that makes her blood boil, “You used to be much more…fun” Annoyed huffs escape her, “Move. Or I’ll make you” And he softly smiles, “Welcome back.”
Eunoia 