small and infinite - Poem
the darkness around you is a cloak
hiding you from your responsibilities
the moon above you is a clock
counting off the minutes until you have to be a person
the air is cold enough to have a taste
you don’t have a coat but you can’t go back inside now
lean into the night
preserve the sacred softness of not-quite-awake
fold into yourself
don’t be afraid to meet your eyes
turn beneath the stars, and turn again
spin until the silver blurs and the world feels small and infinite
there’s no one to be now
there’s no one to watch you
there’s nothing to live up to
there’s nothing to fail
time doesn’t matter here
you can catch your breath for the first time
Mercury Skuller is a sixteen-year-old from California. They can often be found writing poetry or flash fiction, or working on their fantasy novel. In their spare time, they enjoy finding new music and spending time with their cats.
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