Clouds under Fingernails

Dragging fingers across the sky,

Smearing clouds on trees.

Just another sleepy girl in

a boring room—oh, sweet early

morning.

 

Sight

for sour eyes,

a wistful breeze at night;

a blade at the knee.

In hopes, to bleed,

and all emptied out,

stand for something

concrete—

halfway expected

an empty boy

to manifest.

 

Dragging fingers across the sky,

Smearing clouds on a face.

Skinny dipping in a lake while

sleepy eyes stare—

push further out,

past the breakers,

where quicksilver waits

below the surface.

 

Sweet lungs suck the fate

that’s been delivered

down, forever asleep;

a lost battle to rouse.

 

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