Hayden Winston

Untangled from your crimson ties

Underneath a pale pink sky

Think don’t spew,

Give the same repect you get,

Listen don’t skew,

How hard is that to follow?

Existential thoughts rise at 3am,

Creeps in through the bedroom window with the cold air,

Memories spin vivid like television flashbacks,

Count each drop of blood, each tear, each moment sulking in the bathtub,

It was what it was –

You are still you and you are here now,

So what will it be?

Here, yet not really here.