wishes are bloody

light crystallizing and clinging/ to my eyelashes/ sugar in a jar/ trying to extract a wish/ from silhouettes falling short/ of transcending above and beyond/ heaven and god, overthrown.

the sky is red/ today, and tomorrow won’t be different/ i tell myself/ the sky falls short of the/ universe before the horizon sinks into/ lavender halos of dying angels/ wings shredded, bleeding/ into clouds, the sky painted/ today, and tomorrow won’t be any different.

the moon dissolves into skies/ absorbing the silver tears/ in exchange gifting blood/ “wash away sorrow”/ into dark solvents/ which never completely absorb/ silver tears, just/ happen to be dark enough/ so that nobody notices/ the stains.