It was like standing in the middle of an open field on a clear night, trying to hide from the stars. He must have already known what I had done, just like the stars would have seen me all along as I fruitlessly darted and ducked behind fences and bales of hay – and now all I could really do was to march straight up to him and openly reveal my transgression against his loyal love.
Tag: sky
Ballerina
The ballerina leapt.
She still couldn’t reach the sky.
Moon
I love seeing the moon in the sky during the day.
It reminds me the world is not alone.
Trapped
Marjorie loves the broad evening sky: a huge, hundred mile canvas of ambrosia, piled massively like a heavenly feast but delicately shaded in purple, grey and blue. She would see more from the balcony, her concrete diving board – but the ground leaps at her like a tiger, murderous and terrifying, whirling and falling and leaping again.
a broken sky
He fell to his knees and they cracked under his weight.
Above him the sky burned on.
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The silence was tangible.
The town slept under the glow of the moon and owls sang lullabies to the trees.
Youthful Optimist
How quick the skycotton cloud goes through a relentless remould while retaining it’s totality. How honest the unendomed sky reflects our going of grey-and-gold and life’s futility.