Peach and Red

Sean Cua (Class 2021)

 

black nights seem to swallow me whole

creating a sense of

dread. and wrong.ness;

 

it smiles, a simple spell that haunts

every

little

tiny hair

fiber.

when you stare into the abyss

        the void threatens to swallow you

                    .hole.

 

“Hey,” a dawn of peach skies basking itself atop the crimson lighthouse at the edge of the cliff calls out to me. Pink and red look at me ever so warmly, and a song of tomorrow springs towards my heart. Trickle by trickle, it pours and pours until the sweet melody overflows from my cup, the sludge of darkness now permeated by a kaleidoscope of natural hues. I see their hands beckoning me towards the glow of a brand-new day.

 

And I peek back into the deep, my fingers no longer grasping at the empty air.

Thank you.