closing in

the skies closed in
bringing their blankets
closer until i could
feel the grey of the rain
across my skin,
weighing me down
the sound of the raindrops
stepping atop and around my
umbrella grew stronger
and my face grew longer
as the cold sunk into my bones
flowers slumped in on
themselves, lost and alone

the mountain of life

i’ll just keep
climbing until i’m dead
then all the thoughts
i left unsaid in my head
will leap into the sky
where stars have lead
a red sun into
the morning of my living
room, where i used to stack
my sugar up in spoons
to sweeten the caffeine
in my cup, when i
stayed awake and talked
too much to the moon
written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: final