soul singer

by india southgate.

She laments in theatre 
While I am being hooked 
To drips, monitors and somatic detectors 
By a group of six women in blues, greens and purples
They ignore her but I am hooked 
I lie just outside her spotlight 
The atoms flittering weakly 
In sanitized air 
Decaying on my star dusted skin
And I can hear the backing track fade in
She's waltzing with the microphone in free time
Leaning into Her sorrowful echoes 
Neon notes superimpose 
Wavering 
Like bubbles
And pop 
When they touch the walls 
As I go out 
The audience applauds 
And the music climaxes
Leading her out
And I'm going out 
With tears leaking 
And the women 
They worry for me 
But I am scared
Where will the music go,
If I don't come back?
When I'm out 
I'm out, I'm out 
And they still can't see her.

[unpublished]

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