There is a line you live
Right between a sunsetted night.
Everyone calls it twilight
But to me it's Purpled-pink.
This terrifying wound ripping through light.
I've tried to reconcile with it.
I look and cannot tear my eyes away
From the unnatural color
Polluting my sky
Burning my irises.
It's the loveliest of all cruelties.
Natural sunsets of orange and blue
Drown under fossil fuels
They blister with heavy toxicity
Ripped open, scarred.
There's red all along the edges
Oozing out in thick streaks
I wonder if the screams are planes or pains.
I cannot reconcile Purpled-pinks
Only watch it seep into every edge
To cut along Mother Nature's throat.