Weary Glass

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