Blue Mold



This city is beautiful at night

with the light of the moon

bustling down

below on you


Yet being so close to the clouds

one can’t feel any of it


The people are so small

taking their bags in tenfold

like little ants

are those specs of dust


The nightlights stretch for me

they can only reach so far

it makes me hate my solace


There’s no vitality up here

in these clouds

like there once was


Those birds used to give me meaning

the sun would greet me

while the moon

would kiss me goodnight


The clouds

would singe themselves

against my windowpane


At night I would smile at them


Teeth compared to those

flashing pentagrams

luminous bodies that painted

the sky like glitter


There used to be peace

here in my life





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