The sky looked different,
electric even,
and it hadn't been that way since I was ten,
since the blood was running out of my nose and all over my clothes,
since it was pitch black in that little room,
since purple was a calming,
but deceptive little color,
since then,
and it hadn't looked that scary since the dock,
a few years later,
when the illumination was there,
but so far away,
that I wondered what life lived there,
in the deep,
above and below the night sky,
skies,
it was heat lightning,
the kind I knew I'd die before ever seeing up close,
up very,
very close
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