i don't want to
close my eyes just yet
for it's during those times when
i try to close them but
the shadows creep in
clawing at my skin
as the seconds pass by
with me wondering why
my eyes colored
like the night sky
while the air wraps
its arms around me
its breeze cold
like the one at sea
sometimes i ask them
if they're dead yet
because i badly
want to sleep
with the sounds on my head
off for repeat
let me breathe
YOU ARE READING
intricate skies
Poesíasaltwater splattered on these blank pages while she still bleeds.
