littlemisscloud writes

White Little Mist

I lay in bed hours

when I should have gotten up 

but the warmth of the sheets 

cooped up my frail bones, 

hutching these wild, heavy mist 

in this small little bastille 

telling me it's okay 

to succumb a little more 

and let these emotions take on

 its little cruise around the vessels for a bit

 till the next fallout comes in, 

I won't have to feel the need

 to flinch away

 at the sight of such cataracts 

-a.