Look to the Sky for the Warning

The world feels white

So easy to contaminate with our breath

And my head holds up like cardboard

The threshold was beyond opening

I took a knife to it anyways

The innards resembled clouds

And I was the storm

Through your eyes

The light manifested itself

Mentioning a mindfield of irrationalities,

We spoke of the future with unparallel emotions

You told me, “This is dangerous”

But only the blood seeped in.

We adapted.