The Day the Sky Bled Poem


One day the sky bled.

That was all it took.

It dripped into her turned up eye.

Contaminated by a higher purpose.

Driven by a freedom that was never hers.

The dull gossip over glasses of red wine no longer enough.

Possessed by a life so much bigger than her own.

She became more than herself that day.

That day that the sky bled.

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