Cuts in the clouded sky
reveal flashes
blue,
Like moth riddled bed sheets
I see the world beyond,
and it me.
Am I looking out
or they in?
Such silken threads,
bare like my
skin.
Before long,
too long
grey returns
and my mood
as night
darkens.
It was never meant to be
so
black.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
Cuts in the clouded sky
reveal flashes
blue,
Like moth riddled bed sheets
I see the world beyond,
and it me.
Am I looking out
or they in?
Such silken threads,
bare like my
skin.
Before long,
too long
grey returns
and my mood
as night
darkens.
It was never meant to be
so
black.
