The knifed horizon bleeds,
Its streaks gleam—
piercing my eyes like air.
I steal a look backward
the translucent rays
penetrate under my arms
I tried to cup its light
but still, it leaves me in the dark.
Chance
The knifed horizon bleeds,
Its streaks gleam—
piercing my eyes like air.
I steal a look backward
the translucent rays
penetrate under my arms
I tried to cup its light
but still, it leaves me in the dark.
