Atlas
A cape of sky
A quilt of stars over blue
The dark dark blue
Peaceful comforting blue
Dimly twinkling stars
Sweet comfortable weight
Shining, glimmering
The weight enfolds
Increases, tenfold
Piercing pin pricks
Stinging eyes
Blinded
Too bright
Too heavy
Smothered
Only pale fingertips and toes
Bloodied
Visible from beneath
Those throes
The cape of sky
The truth
Is a sheet of construction paper
Pierced
