[Fic - Original] In Malta, For A Minute
Apr. 7th, 2011 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onyxexistanceMalta's sleeping. Or partly so. One eye open, one eye closed.
One eye open is dancing all night for summer reason.
One eye closed is dreaming, holding to a few more hours of sleeping before life calls.
The baby's up. Again. The Maltian heat brings hacking cries, sweaty dreams, and tossed off ship blankets.
The baby's up. Again.
She throws him out after he's crawled back down the Malta streets. Three in the morning has never been pretty. The hour of nightmares and I-can't-go-back-to-sleep's, restless eyes, and black skies.
So now, he's wandering the streets. Next time, his women won't be friends.
Malta's skies are licorice black with sparkled stars. The old man's hands clutch the window sill. He should be sleeping.
(His life is full of shoulds.)
But, he can do without the sleep if it means believing he's alone, at peace, before the sun shines light on this lie.
One eye open is dancing all night for summer reason.
One eye closed is dreaming, holding to a few more hours of sleeping before life calls.
The baby's up. Again. The Maltian heat brings hacking cries, sweaty dreams, and tossed off ship blankets.
The baby's up. Again.
She throws him out after he's crawled back down the Malta streets. Three in the morning has never been pretty. The hour of nightmares and I-can't-go-back-to-sleep's, restless eyes, and black skies.
So now, he's wandering the streets. Next time, his women won't be friends.
Malta's skies are licorice black with sparkled stars. The old man's hands clutch the window sill. He should be sleeping.
(His life is full of shoulds.)
But, he can do without the sleep if it means believing he's alone, at peace, before the sun shines light on this lie.
