midnight argument.

fucking angry voices down below
chewing on each other's souls
he sounds like someone had
cut him in the eye
while smashing 
a smashed wine glass
into his right hand
the unbearable pain of having
then losing
his current one and only
one lustered pearl
that broke free
and broke his necklace
one piece that made him
his beauty broke him
wholly now.

pounding on their floorboards
the linoleum cracks
unable to carry
the stunning structure of
madness spilled
sent the chills up their neighbors
up their walls
the ceiling shook
and my feet felt
for a moment
salted madness
lapping up.

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