Annar in the Inbetweens

Beginners

Eras are surfacing
from things that are undead
but disbanding in dimensions,
replacing unwanted touches
and sounds and the screams
we made infront of mounts of cocaine
mixed with gun powder
and the blood we accidentally spilled
as kids.

Our almond eyes are brighter now
and we have music flooding our ears
and the gentle lights from venues
taper to our skin as though we belong
we see things now
in ways of which we were once robbed.

The beautiful thing is, 
as grown as we are,
due to a lack of luck
that has now seemed to turn,
we get to love as though
we are still wide-eyed children
we get to love as though
we’ve never heard the word before.