I can’t bear to look upwards tonight.
If I cannot see it, it cannot exist. My view, narrowed as a telescope, doesn’t point to the stars, rather, it fixates besides my feet. And there it will stay, cast in my own shadow, blocked from the moonlight on my back.
If I happen to expand my telescope and let it veer off course, I’ll still be presented with the same taunting, heavy, blinding omen that f...
