ink splattered on a white sheet of paper,
words flowing naturally, consuming her.
these words and phrases and abc's
are escaping and spilling without release.
she tries to breathe in
but coughed in disgust.
the night is awake
with sparkling constellations and stardust.
yet skies painted in a dull gray,
thunder and lightning not leaving its stay.
conflicted feelings all at once,
mocking thoughts in a dance.
in a sloppy handwriting and eyes all red,
she writes, transforming the words from her head-
"from my window i can see,
the skies and clouds crying with me."
