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Do you remember the sky sinking? That fall, when we climbed up our vague tree and watched the nights burn      softly on Those naked arms,                  and our pricking skins You told me that the dark seemed quite obese I wondered how it could be remember the dawns   that lingered before us and birds with jewels between their beaks     Sun like a bruise clawed its way out We never did see— never unseeing ever on watch, yet the clouds     grew above and we only drew forests with our hands yours upon mine upon   yours upon— and down, down plunged it all First, gold           then the glass We jumped in weeping puddles and forced the mud into birthing birds Then came      the silvers and with them, those malnourished winds Do you remember the smoke that descended down the cliffs? That winter, we melted             with our pink flames and slept away those snarling wolves Beneath forts built of woollen quilts         our limbs tangled, tangled      with our tales You told me the dark      seemed quite obese I nodded like   a broken, puppet horse then— Dust gushed out the vessels of air    and cars coughed And down, down                 came it all Dawns befriended our solitary dusks and moons sped up their dance I ran my fingers down      the green of your strands You introduced a ladybug to my skin down, down tumbled nothing        First the browns then the blues We buried our barren feet in sticky sands and you told me It hurt where, I asked here. and there were you kissed And blues fell upon blues ’til cold, shivering, stumbled away And our tree was a painting     on the lips of a stream Restless, it lurked out our reach and the sky swelled and swelled till a heavy haze came plummeting hither And above us was left nothing but— It hurts, you said I asked you where here      here   here— the blues embraced the lonely of our land and kissed it all over   all over Huts, playgrounds, markets— Wells, trenches, hills and hills children, the rest      and voiceless shrubs All devoured. Do you remember the bleak stars as they struggled to flutter     in the smothering vacancy Then the summer smiled and stole our dying skies, and   all the quiet broke loose         in our bleached towns We in a moor sprayed with stillness     treaded through the misty of our eyes         feet upon cinders jagged where does it hurt, I asked   nowhere nowhere, nowhere—
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Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 5:39 AM UTC
In the smothering vacancy
Do you remember the sky sinking? That fall, when we climbed up our vague tree and watched the nights burn      softly on Those naked arms,                  and our pricking skins You told me that the dark seemed quite obese I wondered how it could be remember the dawns   that lingered before us and birds with jewels between their beaks     Sun like a bruise clawed its way out We never did see— never unseeing ever on watch, yet the clouds     grew above and we only drew forests with our hands yours upon mine upon   yours upon— and down, down plunged it all First, gold           then the glass We jumped in weeping puddles and forced the mud into birthing birds Then came      the silvers and with them, those malnourished winds Do you remember the smoke that descended down the cliffs? That winter, we melted             with our pink flames and slept away those snarling wolves Beneath forts built of woollen quilts         our limbs tangled, tangled      with our tales You told me the dark      seemed quite obese I nodded like   a broken, puppet horse then— Dust gushed out the vessels of air    and cars coughed And down, down                 came it all Dawns befriended our solitary dusks and moons sped up their dance I ran my fingers down      the green of your strands You introduced a ladybug to my skin down, down tumbled nothing        First the browns then the blues We buried our barren feet in sticky sands and you told me It hurt where, I asked here. and there were you kissed And blues fell upon blues ’til cold, shivering, stumbled away And our tree was a painting     on the lips of a stream Restless, it lurked out our reach and the sky swelled and swelled till a heavy haze came plummeting hither And above us was left nothing but— It hurts, you said I asked you where here      here   here— the blues embraced the lonely of our land and kissed it all over   all over Huts, playgrounds, markets— Wells, trenches, hills and hills children, the rest      and voiceless shrubs All devoured. Do you remember the bleak stars as they struggled to flutter     in the smothering vacancy Then the summer smiled and stole our dying skies, and   all the quiet broke loose         in our bleached towns We in a moor sprayed with stillness     treaded through the misty of our eyes         feet upon cinders jagged where does it hurt, I asked   nowhere nowhere, nowhere—
and cities were raided with placid clouds
#skies#vacancy#blue
Ayesha
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Ayesha
21/F/Pakistan
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 5:39 AM UTC
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