The sky
is night
with shards
of days
broken mirrors
echoing lights
twinkling beneath
dark clouds
like ink
spots stain
the cold
cobalt sheet
as if
a pause
caused feelings
to bleed
The sky
is night
with shards
of days
broken mirrors
echoing lights
twinkling beneath
dark clouds
like ink
spots stain
the cold
cobalt sheet
as if
a pause
caused feelings
to bleed