sky

a poem

it's crazy how a sky reminds you of a person
how the way the clouds shift
makes you want to call and 
tell them to look outside
at the pink and purple sky

but you don't call, 
sanity pervents that
because if you call you will 
have to admit that you fell
and you fear falling
so stay still, you do.

you imagine the view from a cliff
the pink and purple sky
stretching to night
maybe it'll be alright
you'll land on your feet
and greet the moonlight

until the ink spills

—Scarlett Parker