overwhelmed with yellow fog.
Feeling trapped like a word on a page
I skulk about my cell
and turn my eyelids inside out
The moon hides,
in daylight
Yellow stars
in a convoluted path
I fear they will fall on me
suffocate me
crush me
Oh maybe
The sun will come
The sun will breathe
And warm me
The moon will fade
For now
Coldness stands my hairs up
And I only smell a strange,
pickled,
mustard
I only taste spice and salt
A voice yells of suffocating sand
I am now, but a falling star
Stained the color of mustard
And yellow goo
As the moon scoffs at my deranged being
I’m sullied
All jagged and wilted
and all alone
Oh I think the moon is-
whispering
to me.
The moon
intricately layered
of black and white
And the stars yellow
I wish the stubborn moon
could hear me,
but I only hear its moans
I think the moon’s watching me.
shades of dark, gloomy blue
mysterious grey undertones
and wisps of white
Pull me in
Telling me to come
Hide under its cape.
Oh I’m
Somewhere
I don't belong.