shades_of_night
birdmad paint the sky in purple and black and wrap myself in night like a thick winter blanket 030613
...
sixteen the shades of night are
racing in horizontal lines
across a girl's wrist.
she wears too many bracelets
too much makeup
and too much black.
She calls herself "Crow".
she smiles too much.
Crow wears night
as eyeliner,
nail polish,
hairdye.
moons and stars and
the sound of stillness
hanging around her
trying to bum a cigarette.
Night is a fashion statement,
but in the morning
Crow is muted and hidden
under covers
snuggled and smiling.
030614
what's it to you?
who go
blather
from