Prima

The noose hangs on the rusted hook
as the people point to an angel falling
up to the ceiling, three-point lights dimming
until the line draws taut with music
called applause, another finale scored with knives
spelling my name in bright, red lights, love,
life and death, how am I supposed to disappear
when the curtains have long deigned to close

Nicko Reginio Caluya
DC Mostrales
9 February 2015

Jollibee Katipunan

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