What curtain? Where?
Do you mean my shower curtain,
Torn from the wall ages ago? Oops!
I'm not hiding anything. Nothing,
Aside from those circadian nights; Ember water and
Staring at the sobbing moon,
Or was that me sobbing?
Memories that I don't remember.
Something hazy, bouncing like firefly spheres,
It pools in my eyes as my chest cracks apart.
I reach in; such color!
So vibrant and velvety; it's everywhere.
It's running down my fingers; It's alarming.
"Help!" I shout at the sobbing moon,
But he is too busy with his own troubles to fix mine.