Stillness of almost night,
a twilight of the ugly kind,
knowing what comes next,
knowing what night brings in my mind
Each crack in the sidewalk
is an echo of cracks in my heart,
never completely broken,
but constantly falling more apart
The moon seems too big,
bloated and disgustingly white
where was it when i needed it?
why did it seem so far away last night?
These stars seem blotted out,
a little too much claustrophobia here,
I stretch out my arm towards the velvet sky
to see if i can brush away stars like tears
Stub another toe,
need to watch where each foot falls
this twilight seems a little too silent,
the air doesn't stir with unheard bird calls
