Night High 3 -

The dryer stops spinning. The door opens.

I'm night-high again, no pill, no leaf, just the hum of the overpass, the ghost of a thief who stole my last lighter, my last good reason. December in the marrow — it's treason season. night high 3

"You lost something," she says.

I'm standing in a 24-hour laundromat at 3 a.m., blood under my fingernails I don't remember earning. The fluorescent tubes buzz like trapped hornets. A woman in a pink bathrobe folds towels, humming a lullaby from my childhood. She looks up. The dryer stops spinning

Night high 3, come set me free Or chain me to the radio frequency I don't care which — just make it mean Something more than the in-between December in the marrow — it's treason season

Night high 3 doesn't end. It just… upgrades. Title: Night High 3

Passed a church, passed a pawn shop shrine Passed a face that looked like mine He said: "Third night's the one where you forget to lie" I said: "I never learned how — that's why I'm still alive"