the sky is dark

I am high
above the world

lying alone
on the floor
almost asleep

purple wine
coloring
my lips

outside the lines

I am listening to
the wind whip
against glass

there was a
warning tonight

gusts reaching

the windows
shake but they
do not break

just strong enough
for now

I turn away
and pull the
blanket

over my head

I reach deep inside
and feel my soul

it has another
small crack

it is just strong enough