Ticket stop fold and then just warp. Pause.

Stage cuts, plink, new frame. Ticket stop, same name.

Hawk-clock jumps, six and nine. Tape door, wait, crooked line.

Flash of neon, paper thin. I count the breaks where I begin.

Two scenes, back to back, split screen. Quiet crowd, a chorus unseen.

Count the pauses, trace the cracks. Riddle notes on midnight tracks.

Cold confessions, quiet crime. One more breath, we buy the time. Pause.

Intermissions bleed. Pause. We play. Pause.

Stage resets, plink, new frame. Rain on glass, but I'm the same.

Erase lines, preserve the blame. Silent rooms, whisper my name.

Alternative faces in the foyer light. Half the crowd gone, half still fight.

Stubbed in my palm like a secret code. I shuffle scenes down a broken road.

Whispers cut, the hallway laughs. Echoed footsteps, broken house.

Riddles stitched on taped up doors. Count the stitches, count the scrolls.

Sticking edges, girl, we throw away. Pause. Play.

Pause / Play 2

Drill-Emo