SKY BENDS AND PULLS
Whatever the sky does, it bends and pulls me down into nowhere. The heart
of your skin pulls and sags as blood pushed through. You held onto the edge of a cloud
and fell off somewhere over the ocean. I’m bones and blood and spit and words,
at the end of this I’ll be dust. The sinking sun, the cloud that disappeared, the sky that
threw me back to earth, the heart that decayed and failed me in the end.
If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina