My thumbs twiddle under the cracks in the sky
Prussian blue and a remarkable cool gray
Littered with hints of light dancing together
I let out a sigh, unable to take in the beauty above me

My veins shatter like a Halloween pumpkin
Prematurely smashed before the holiday
Smoke twists and lingers around my left wrist
I take in a drag, half wishing the cancer would kick in

My eyes close from the chill of Fall rushing by
Seeping through my rock solid skin
Leaves rustle and wedge between my squirming toes
I blankly stare, wondering if I will ever find my true home.