Static Sky

Static in the sky
voices in the wind
bleeding polka dots
oozing through the clouds
whispering my name
the wind calls me
the static finds me
no matter where I go
the sun blinds me
pulls the prism of the clouds
through my bleeding eyes
the rays of light
pierce my brain
like the lobotomist's knife
I crave the cold night
the darkness and comfort
of the shadows' light
It calls me
It won't let me go

Angela Bean

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