The scars we leave

Tonight, the moonlight is

tangled in a ghostly web of branches

that cuts the night sky into a million pieces 

like shattered glass. a tiny plane flashes methodically,

lost against a sea of shimmering stars.

and I think: the stars and the sky and the branches

are so infinitely beautiful. And yet the stars throb and

the moon grows pale upon the ghosts of trees,

for the sky is choked in our smoke.

just like the distant plane, we are

so immensely small.

and yet the scars we leave

are so

terrifyingly

deep.