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Streetlight static, low on gas Rearview shows a broken past Night one was a dare Night two, a scar Now the third one’s in the dashboard — humming like a car

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. 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" Streetlight static, low on gas Rearview shows a

High on the absence. High on the ache. High on the promise the morning will break like a bone, like a bottle, like a lease I can't sign. This is night high three — and the low is divine. The first two nights, the rush was clean. Night high 1: rooftop, downtown, wind carving through my ribs. I watched a murder and didn't flinch. Night high 2: tunnel chase, flickering lights, a briefcase full of stolen hard drives. My hands didn't shake. She looks up

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

Here are three different interpretations, depending on the genre you have in mind. Night High 3