Happy New Us

Counting down. Eight, seven, six. Glitter on my

hands. Heart doing tricks. Taxi doors slam cold air on my skin.

Lost all my plans. Let the wild come in. Phone full of

ghosts, who I used to be. But tonight I toast to the

stranger in me. Hands up, feel the floor shaking. Last year,

all the chains, breaking. One breath, on the edge we stand.

If you're tired of the past, baby, take my hand. Happy new year.

Burn it up. Old fears falling like confetti from above. Midnight starts again