My Own Flesh Sky Poem by Anna Greco

It's cloudy on this warm day.
The stars are hidden by a blanket.
I take a heavy sigh as my mind wanders astray,
and I keep telling myself not to fret.

I nibble on my lip.
I am locked behind my own shadow
and I gaze at my sanity tip.
I wonder if I am really that low.

Crash this all beneath me.
I'm hidden in a dark abyss.
Let the blood dribble down my knee.
This is something I wanted to miss.

I don't know what I'm feeling.
This sadness tends to repeat.
As if there is always another meaning.
A pile of stars compel against my feet.

The atrocity keeps pressing play.
I wince as the moon rumbles to the ground.
I knew there isn't going to be a delay.
The gravity chokes away my own sound.

I gasp for another second.
I feel thorns tear apart my skin.
As the sky starts to mend,
I can't win.

A mirror erupts from the dirt
Fragile cracks pierce the air.
The scratching doesn't hurt,
but the flesh begins to tear.

Crimson begins to leak.
Bruises burst.
Decaying starts at my cheek.
I don't want to see me at my worst.

The mirror starts its mockery.
My mind hurls sideways,
as stars weave around my trickery.
The moon begins it's full phase.

The blanket embedds within me,
collapsing everything in its way.
It won't allow me to disagree.
So, here I will stay.

Gravity opposes.
Not a light in sight.
Leftovers covered in crows.
It's cloudy on this cold night.