Holes in the Sky
from a prompt to write about the starry sky
The sky is black wool
stretched tight
over the world.
Stars puncture it —
tiny holes,
each a broken promise.
I watch them flicker
like words
that shouldn’t be spoken.
My eyes focus on gaps
in constellations,
darkness in what’s absent.
And still, light escapes,
illuminating
where I am.
I think about
promises
to myself.
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This was for a prompt on The Diamond Quill.
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Tina D. Lopez
A woman who writes to deal with hurt, mistakes--mine and others, and messy emotions. Telling my truth, from the heart, with no sugarcoating.
My book Love Ain’t No Friend of Mine is available on Amazon. https://a.co/d/6JYBmLH
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