Worse Than it Looks


The sky gets darker earlier now, but not this dark.
Black, polluted clouds are blotting out the
last fading blues and yellows of dusk’s sky
Constellations of street lights streak across your glossy eyes
And you realize, you haven’t taken a clean breath in seven years

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