A Billion Burning Dreams

I abandoned my sanity in Venice, into emptied bottles of champagne. Rolling around the tiled floor of a hotel where we stayed far away. I left it on my lover’s tongue. A tab of acid to dissolve everything. When a stranger asked: “How long have you two been together?” I had to prove them wrong. The side-shot glance that betrayed the prior few weeks spent bathed in gasoline. Cerebrospinal fluid set ablaze. Finally. An awkward exchange that proved we were a mess wrapped in cellophane. Preserved to be dissected. A show to be reviewed badly.

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