Byss & Abyss
BROOKE SIETINSONS, GREGORY WEEKS, MEG BAIRD
Sleepless and struggling to pry
Apart the memories you try.
So hard to hide from the light
Over this long, lonely night.
Thoughts linger on like a rash,
Like a slow motion car crash.
They clutter like moths to a flame,
Singeing your angular frame.
Like clouds and the stars here from sight.
Feeling adventurous you might
Float free at dizzying heights.
Nothing can reach you at night.