SKY IS FALLING

They can't hear, the thing i dont say.

The sky is purple, maybe it will cry.

and i have never seen pain look this beautiful before.

you can recognize the facade in how she smokes in pretended puffs.

enough to ignite the end never reaching past her throat.

she doesn't offer's and you wouldn't take it, afterall.

the scent of it still follows you around.

the scent of it midway through the dinner.

the scent of it on the porch after years of family grudges an ugly word drops down from the toungue like stone.

but the evening was sweet neutrals after the rain.

for the sky knew, she has to fall to love. 

she knew, loving would destroy the world.

Instead, she gifted oceans and falls and life for the dear ones that the earth holds.

--horizon is an illusion afterall.