The Sky Falls Down

The sky falls down
on my outstretched fingers.
It's the shell of an egg
from the inside.

Clouds, like fog, furl.
Curls around my head.
Bones crack.
Wishes for Altas' back.

It's all too late,
the fields.
The pain is great.

Up to my knees in mud,
and sinking.
Feel raped.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.