Love for all

somewhere in the city there is a girl feeling no calm before the storm (or storm before the kiss) she’s found no apocalypse in the space between her lips and his - no bang, no whimper - only more space, and in it creeps, molasses, small and doesn’t hit her like a brick wall hits her back when later tonight she fistfights herself with plaster, turns out there are some laws of motion she just can’t master, was it that she couldn’t muster up the strength? but she builds her own walls and these are walls we recognise from when we wandered in ourselves that place where we disguise how overcast it feels inside somewhere in the city there is a girl whose walls collide, but featherlight, with ours and there are storms and storms and storms