I remember a sky I once considered blue,
a twisted atmosphere with the pressing kind of heat
that kept me walking until the reds and purples of sundown,
when the silhouettes of the streetlights would notice my struggle
with the upcoming dark, and light my way.
I remember how I made maps of the stars
in a galaxy that felt so big to me,
of which the contents now lack brightness
to dazzle me, or to even outshine the eyes
of those I do not care about, to turn my cheek-
a feeling of bitterness.
this sky, now-
consists of every shade of black.
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