Darkened room,

foot next to foot,

arm around waist.

Twenty four frames,

blew lines mid-air

and they flew away.

Hearts led by street-lights;

I change out of grey,

black isn’t the colour

of nightshade.

Silence settles

restlessness,

pulse settling

on new rhythm.

Head not spinning,

I want to wake,

saved from dread,

a heavy fate.

Step towards,

I’m on my way.

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