• blank thoughts like blank pages waiting to be written on,
waiting to start raging.
Empty beds on empty nights looking up into dark sapphire skies.
Painting bodies in between the stars,
connecting the dots.
Bodies separated by politics,
we’re not able to see each other again.
It was in vain.
Our hearts put over that steady flame.
We fell asleep while our hearts scorched,
awakening to ashes.
The most accurate natural occurrence I could compare,
the eruption of a volcano spewing the earths core into the air.
Gray smoke cloaks the sky,
the radius surrounding it, void of life. •