The Nightwishing

The sky belongs nowhere today, it has disappeared

Entirely and in its place

Is a grey spacelessness that has orphaned everything.

I will not let it orphan me.

I will go starfishing while I wait

For the clarity of the night to reclaim

The colour that the day has drained.

I will grab a comet by its tail, no matter

How well it has hidden itself, and let it

Scorch its protest into my palms.

Then I will hold my blackened hands, my fate

Lines burnt into a bleeding mess, up in front of strangers

And cry, look!

I expect they will not see.

There is an unease in the room, a sense of shifting.

I am like a bat in a rocket ship

Hurtling into space.

Bring on the universe! It tastes of raspberries,

Smells of rum.