poems, prose and
other pretty words
© 2010-2014
Chel Mercado

                                    Lighting up that sky 
                    [Shakespearean sonnet in iambic tetrameter]
No road I'd cross without you there
to hold my hand (or hold you back?)
without your knees I'd say no prayer-
my penance paid, it's yours that lacked.

Atrophied astronomy-
injections made our sky rot blue.
A supernova'd blinded me
until the last I dreamt of you.

You clutched your stomach, fell toward
the ground. I watched you wince in pain.
from out your mouth the hatred poured
and burning stars fell out like rain-
I left you then, the sky defiled,
air reeking from your shining bile.