Black
Katelynn Miller
A night out in the desert.
Under the light of the pale moon.
The shining of the stars over-head.
The sound of crickets talking on a cool summer night.
The fire glowing up everyone’s faces.
Country music playing low on a cool starry night.
The burning of marshmallows on an open fire.
The smoke from the tar of a cigarette entering your lungs.
The alcohol killing your organs.
Endless nights of non-stop thinking.
The fear of never being good enough.
The realization that you’re not okay.
Black can bring great memories, but dark moments.
Under the light of the pale moon.
The shining of the stars over-head.
The sound of crickets talking on a cool summer night.
The fire glowing up everyone’s faces.
Country music playing low on a cool starry night.
The burning of marshmallows on an open fire.
The smoke from the tar of a cigarette entering your lungs.
The alcohol killing your organs.
Endless nights of non-stop thinking.
The fear of never being good enough.
The realization that you’re not okay.
Black can bring great memories, but dark moments.
