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  • Allison B.

Still

the inside of my mind

is the midnight sky:

solid, perfect black

but sometimes, there's

flecks of light that

squeeze through the heavy fabric

tied tightly at my temples

on nights I feel my best

I can see galaxies projected

across the blank canvas, and

the moon brilliantly and proudly

appears as clear as my thoughts

but other times, the stars are tired.

no matter how desperately

I search for them, the stubborn

pitch black darkness stamps

them out, and I'm left

waiting for the shade to lift

and for daytime to come