and I unfortunately met my door
somewhere between yesterday
and the clouds.
Tucked myself in
between a few sheets of paper
and curled up next to a princess.
The moon disappeared
into the trees,
into the distant orange mountains.
Tufts of cloud hair
recede like hair lines
on libraries and dorms.
The sun introduced
itself to the sky,
the color of blood
before it rips through the skin
and soon the inside of your eyelids
while waking in the damp grass.
