The light stays on and do the keepers know every wiry midnight soul needs to see that all things around are just as unpaused as they are are just as alive as they are searching for in the large and small shadows the souls drink light hands lined weathered minds tethered to somewhere outside the present the souls bring light to the one left on the souls the souls do they know they are home?
Aleah Dye (she/her) primarily writes poetry, tending towards topics of morbidity, love, social justice, and philosophy. She is dreadfully afraid of imperfection and spiders, in no particular order. Aleah hopes to make hearts grow three sizes with her words. Read her latest work via publications like Ang(st) Zine, Mineral Lit Mag, and giallo lit. Follow her @bearsbeetspoet on Twitter.