The sky is closet gray,
except for one irregular hole
the yellow-tinged sun
chewed through on Monday.
It’s brave to fight
melancholy,
but its eggs were long-ago laid.
Right or wrong,
sorrow snuck through the screen,
but neglect helped it stay.
Dark and lifeless,
the only hope:
repel or kill
the starving larva gorging
on life’s colorful wardrobe.
©2023 | K.F. Hartless
Artwork: “Moonstruck” Fonscientae





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