By Lydia Nord
Sweet midnight glints on the moon, the world has been reduced to an ashy gray.
Once upon a time this was a safe haven.
Once upon a time I had wishes other than, Hope tonight will be the last.
Dark shadows hide in the corner, they cover the tears of those before me.
The promise of life-stealing methods, the constant whispering to end this now.
This frail body lacks the strength to fight,
It dreams of closing doors, a canvas no longer stained with ink.
One last breath, before this bone-corset loosens
And the weeping sky shatters