The Sky Cracks Open

The sky cracks open,

Leaking her yolk

Onto my old roof

Without my consent.

My bones are creaking branches

And apples fall like death

Surrounding an ancient deity.

These are the days

That take and take and take.

I curse the idea of time

With quiet sighs.

There is an echo of solitude

Resonating in these mountains

That used to be home

To your name.

I think I will keep my

Windows shut today.

My roots tremble.

The perilous whiskey

Will give no answer.

The cigarette ash

Will fall like rain.

By Aisha Ahmad (@aishalada)