Composure tumbles after dark,
Night falls, raucous laughter drops
To a tiptoe of voices around
The stirring shades of evening.
Ascending spirits plummet,
Bubbly joys of daytime pop
On the arrows of a downpour
From bleeding hearts, pain
Collects in puddles on the floor.
Pacing through her choices, a woman
Slips in the mess, crashes soaked on
Duvets to the smothering care of sleep.