Goosebumps

I stayed there, for too long in the cruel arms of a sunset that had forgotten I was there. Its wink slowly cast an itchy blanket over the hope I had found in blue skies; My skin reached upward, blistered by the groan of mortality’s tick. There is little time to waste. The turn, once again left me in the dark, grappling with solitude among the masses. And so I waited for starlight’s touch to calm the sandstorm in my bones. Waited for the battle between light and dark, so I could paint my eyes with the blood of a new vision for tomorrow and be ready to perceive everything that I had once, let slip away. -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.