Slept

It was a chance you took: everything was good until you went back inside for a second look, holding out your hand.



Did you understand, crossing all of those lines and crawling back, slipping from you skin?



You couldn't keep it in?



Overgrown, wearing thin, silent, as you whined around at another sound, you missed your turn, slowing down,

caught in the lights and left again without the time to forget coming up for air from the hollow prayer you were

sleeping through.



As you went nowhere, the cold would come as they'd always done and run into almost anyone curled in the rocks

beyond their days.



Leaving the rest to find their way, the tempered tried as they rushed to hide, already gone with no goodbyes

locked-up and out of key.



You'd hear them sing the distant songs with familiar rings, luring you out until you could remember the chance you

took.