by Laura Gibson
We were holding the night sky in our hands.
The stars that stuck to them like flies on wax paper gleamed through our fingertips.
I tightened my fist and felt the heat on my bones.
The stream of light pierced our eyes like swords penetrating flesh to make a wound.
We’re unable to heal.
Our remedy is only the sun. But we captured the sky.
Who do we think we are? Gods?
How dare we control day and night? Love and war?
No peace in this realm. No hope for another day.
I'm keeping this night for myself and will sustain my greed to never look upon the sun...or the day....ever again.