My spine is a fret board, I feel electricity in my hair. The bass just hit me and the drums turn the tips of my fingers into claws. We’re sandwiched between each other and now they’re playing my favourite song, you know the one from the debut.
You’re twirling, I don’t know why. You look like a dick- why are you wearing that? Who are you? I don’t know who you are anymore. The night has gone from electrifying to a pathetic fizzle, the last firework from the box that doesn’t work.
I look at you, I look at her. You’re both pitiful. My spine is mine again, I’m no longer a series of vibrating vital organs. You deserve each other. I leave. I’m now indifferent, cold as the night air. I walk to the bus stop, laughing, just pissing myself laughing.
Hit The North 