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Black Pearl Sky
by Sandy Hiss
She was alone again, trying not to
look behind at the ghosts that followed
her home. The cool air stifled her
breath; she coughed just to think.
With a loud rumble, the clouds above
parted ways, having fought over a lost
crow that stole their warmth. Pellets
of black pearls fell from the sky,
bouncing off her porcelain body. Like
old war wounds, she carried the cracks
in silence. There would be no storytelling
for the children, only nightmares
replaying in her eyes. Her pale hands
trembled as they shielded her from the
pain. With a loud caw, she spread her
wounded wings, ever searching for the
sun that would warm her frozen heart.
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© Sandy Hiss
Sandy Hiss' poetry and fiction have appeared or are forthcoming in Cabaret New Angeles, Autographs, Eskimopie, Scorched Earth, Autumn Leaves, The Cat's Meow, Poet's Haven, True Poet, The Green Silk Journal, Ken*Again, Thick With Conviction, Fresh!, Bolts of Silk, Zone, KuPoZine, CC&D, Dance to Death, Defenestration, Zygote in my Coffee, Words-Myth, Falling Star Magazine, Stellar Showcase Journal, and Edifice Wrecked. Sandy resides in Wyoming with her two hyper children and Aquarian husband. She is also the editor of Flutter, an online poetry Magazine. Her first book of poetry, Ever Violet, by DN Publishing, will be out soon.