No sleep and too much of everything else.

I can almost smell the fury, sizzling and cracking in the air like heat lightning. 

I wonder what judgement will come rushing down. 

We were only children then, and now, we’ll probably always remember now. 

I want some silence, I want some thick, smoky night and a piece of the moon stuck in my teeth. I have got to taste it. 

Milky dust. 

But lies are thick on the ground.