monochromatic skies
they speak of fire
the sky
blue and royal
tells me
it is
un
for
giv
ing.
it tells me
i am
dirty.
monochromatic skies
speak of my downfall
and laugh at the scrapes on my knees
from when i have fallen.
unforgiving.
Monochromatic skies-
in a shade of blue that touches your soul.
It reminds you of a song
you heard
so
long
ago.
Skies that look you in the eye.
They ask, in tone of sugar
If you've lived, recently.
Have you?
-icarus
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