City Lights


City lights make the night sky

Turn red - something out of

Wells, like the worlds

Are warring -

Soaking into clouds like

The horizon burst

A vein. What is sky

But transition? Where does space end

And heaven


A few layers of gas versus


Separating one element

From none - stretching into smooth

Void where the blue

Fades out. I’ve never seen

It bleed this way


Art by Simona Rachapalli.

Art by Simona Rachapalli.