Blackout

At night, towns feel different.

Things happen in a different way.

I have vivid memories of traipsing round towns feeling bizarre,

feeling detached because something strange or heartbreaking’s happened.

Weird chats happen in smoking areas and outside toilets.

Glass thrown about,

Tears.

Feeling vulnerable in a sea of faces.

People’s eyes change.

Darkened rooms and arguments you wouldn’t like to come back from.

True fears unleashed as they squabble and blub out words

unheard of,

Lips release them into the night.

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