Stutter
I stare out the window at the setting of the sun
Fragile fat tears making clean rivers against my dirty cheeks
Guilty hands
The brightness screaming blood infused eclipses full of a
Shame
That envelopes a darkness no sun beam could ever warm
These pinks and reds, bruising purple hues confuse me
Rotten sky full of fury for a rancid piece of cloud pie
My eyes close in blinks and stutters
Clawing at the smoke stained curtains I lament
As
The shadows shift and bend my heart to confront
my own isolated moons
Sadness
swallows
me