"Sad stuff makes beautiful poetry, but it's not so pretty to live with." [-Merecat]
*For the Dear Diary Competition*
(I recommend anything beyond 'Tumbling Ash' for the rest is a mess of nonsense words that hold no character, no story and absently fill the page)


58. Consuming Black


The sky's cloak of infinite black has descended

at the early hour of 10pm.


I wish I could say I felt that luxurious blast of warm air that smothers the outside

like a blanket of heat

and I can hear crickets clutter away in blades of grass wavering

but all I can hear is rustling

from my sibling's room and heat is a precious gem that seems more like a

rare myth than a regular temperature here.


The moon has wrapped itself in the night's warm hug and

plays hide and seek with the sun

whilst I try and figure out whether a golden flash in the sky is

a brave star first out or a the backlight of a plane.


My curtains feel soft and I wish I could wrap myself in them

and stare through the light fabric at the ever consuming darkness that slides

like a shadowy screen over the

faded pink of the day.


I feel like crying

but then the tears don't seem right in a moment

so blissful.


-3rd September 2015

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