Dec
21
pompeii
the chill takes me at night
makes my extremities into lightning bolts
makes me an alien
i don’t really know myself
sometimes
the dark clouds on over
covers up the stars
and hovers down like fog
or the way clouds sit over hills
so low
and i crouch to avoid them
kneel
curl up
lie flat
and face down
and they swallow me
cover me in dust
and leave me there
and it feels like eternity
but really it’s only night.
