How do we reach the sky?

Oh, how the clouds are getting darker

The torches that we hold are not enough to chase them away

The batteries are running low

And the lights are blinking in tow

The crows perch themselves behind us on precarious branches, not caring for their instability

Trusting their wings to catch them.

cawing to tempt us to turn and peek at our shadows

That grow too big

Enough to engulf us into the void,

As we clutch the ledge dearly and try to crawl away from the screams of despair from down below.

Like how the moon sucks the warmth we hide under our jackets

And the sun leaves us burning, the wind hiding the ashes from the sea.

our daffodils long abandoned.

Gift cards left unread on rickety tables.

Memories wrapped in newspaper and stored in cabinets with vases for dead flowers.

Notes on the whiteboard rubbed clean.

My heart left in an empty coffin

As the sea washes my body away greedily deeper and deeper

the kites are snatched away by the storm as payment for my stolen wishes

And the wind muffles the cries of the ones kept away behind fogged windows.

The horizon slinks down with me

frowning at my inability to swim , how a mother would. But i just shake my head and let the waves take me to places I’d never seen.

The crows snicker as the flashlights turn dark and the daffodils return to their buds to sleep once again.