Black

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.

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