I can't even party in my dreams
- Christina Grant
- Apr 26, 2021
- 1 min read
Nights are a frenzied torrent of faces and places all mashed together
frantic and festive until the moment celebration turns sour and I grasp
— too late— we are too close we are too many we are unmasked and I
wake up seething
to a reality
I can’t even escape with sleep.
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