star-crossed asylum: part three
Star Crossed Asylum
dear moon, i. some days are perfect but then I can’t breathe I hold in my winds while I rain in the heat, summer showers are confusing... I’m broken. I’m more muted than yesterday but I never see stars that aren’t there maybe I also wax and wane and cycle without knowing ii. I’d risk it all to black out the sky, an outlaw on the run fleeing from the Aurora Borealis, stretch my limbs on a plane to Egypt sink my teeth into cavities jump my worries off a trampoline pray to god to help me and be content without his answering because there are so many more of me, space is beautiful earth is a mystery and without the sun I’d die iii. I rise every morning but I lose hope these towers are torture my pen bleeds orange for you but I don’t feel so colorful my moonbeam, tell god you’re going back to the star-crossed asylum he always makes that exception, it’s a much larger prison and I’ll take your shift in Alaska dear sun, i. I feel more broken than most like I tumble through a dense grayscale, out the other side with less matter ii. I’d risk it all as Lucifer’s copilot, our helicopter flies into the stratosphere where we dodge our fears steer past the clouds chasing us and get higher, until the ground beneath me quakes into an elevator and I’m Devil’s bellhop piling on the demons’ luggage, an infinite weight limit pressing down doors open to another realm where the ground rejoices when the sky spits fire I climb my way back to my foyer, no window but I’m safer with only a doggy-door gate to hell... but inside of a home iii. orange ink still bleeds, I’m sorry I had no idea you hide behind your colors, you are my angel that isn’t all talk my demon that knows when to stop a shooting star with a promise tomorrow will come my human that knows how to have fun and all the planets that make up who I am in a way they get along but sunshine, black out the sky we will our tower in the clouds with a white picket fence to keep the galaxy out and us in I think you found a loophole in the solar system god has no choice but to let you admit the deities will protest if he doesn’t together again, we’ll run through halls paint the walls red tell my brother Jesus our next plan, to be human... he loves the broken
