Sky

Preserved behind my broken glass, I stretch my hand to the sky.

In delicate shades of blue and peach, it whispers to me of its freedom, its chill breath cold upon my mind.

My heart trembles.

     (My fingers grasp)

My heart trembles.

     (and close, empty.)

Close

The edges of the sky are burning, burning

fiercely golden, darkly gray, they kindle

a glow in the west, searing, searing

the mist and the day is ashes.

 

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