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.