mind of smoke
​Talya Kaltman-Kron

mind like the midnight sky 
thoughts shout out no sound surfaces 
eyes dry, sleeplessness reeks from the room 
like spiders my stomach spirals 
dropping through the darkness, cold skin in the heat notice left and right 
fragrance of the smoke 
dripping through the walls 
trapped inside 
no movement 
stars may shine yet--
night wears a coat that their light does not punctuate it's just a mind of smoke.