Up here

 

Up here

the drifts of crystal water ripple round your neck

inviting goosebumps without asking

Up here

You’ll wish you had worn that extra layer

to chill the licks of fresh frozen air

Up here

Your hands will be haunted with hums

fearing pricks of poor circulation

begging you to consider what is in their best interest

Up here

the clouds will corner you into considering death

climbing closer to the center of your spine

for every second you spend

Up here

 

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There are bats in my ceiling

 

I heard them last night

they spoke of the world

and how we all fight

they questioned our structure

and what we might do

If one day the light

then hurt us all too.

 

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