________ Morning

I’m just an impulsive banshee sky,
in periwinkle blue.
mistaking streetlights for the sunrise

on the third of june.

I combed my hair in pastel honey,
ignoring the faux rays
for the sake of accepting sunny
predictions of a new day.

It’s this distant rooster’s cry,
in blistered stone
meditating to be ostracized

when already so alone.


About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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One Response to ________ Morning

  1. Emma Marie says:

    I love the style of your writing :) I look forward to reading more x


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