dark skies

The time is dark skies when i can be open skin unfurled, chest cavity dissected, exposed. The stars are bright white and i feel fingers separate from body, move in spirals, touch the dew grass. The air is crisp clean and stings in lungs fresh like knives, open eyes and nostrils wide. The time is dark skies, when feet and pavement separate, when arms are thrown out wide, when screams rise on silent air, when i can be open.