Watching the spirits dance in the moonlight while nursing her new bruises
It made her want to run out there and join them.
She knew she shouldn’t. She knew what would happen. She would never come back.
Pushing off her back step she decided it was better than the alternative.
His tattoo had a story, but he wouldn’t tell anyone
Every day he wore shorts someone would ask him about it
And he would say it was better than the alternative
Refusing to say why that was the case
That the coronary was now art