Bottle up my memories
let them keep me company
let them not fester in the darkness or wallow in the light.
The end of time captures all when the time is right.
But let us not remember all the fights and restless nights
were our feuds were with mannequins
our fights with imaginary men
let my mind be clear
and my heart sealed tight
for the end of time is coming
the apocalypse starts tonight
shadows in my mind fester
my light is shelved away
in a seamless end of straining its bounds
desperate to get away
i know not what i’m fighting
or for what matter want to know
but time is running from it
I think it’s humanities time to go.
- Danielle Parrish (c)