Vina's, Manchester.
The only time where
I couldn't switch
jubilation
for disarray.
Bodies, the entire floor,
locked in
love, abandon
until they were not.
I turned in my mic
reclaimed my drink,
there was crying
and blood.
It spilled outside-
on my way
a girl cried out
something something
gypsies, family,
something, revenge.
Huddled, cold on the steps,
trimmed in the clamshell of sympathisers.
I had been singing
Once In A Lifetime,
the dj knew what was coming,
for I was not stopped.
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