Night Sky

The dark blue night sky casts a taunting glare down on the gray city. It looks and laughs, spitting out insults from its beautiful, twinkling specks of light.

It laughs because it sees how despicable the city has become. It laughs because it sees that the city is trying to keep up its drab pallor, even though the people keep on coloring it. Coloring it red and black from fire and its charred remnants. And blood. Especially blood.

The dark blue night sky shows no pity. No pity to me or anyone else. Even at our red and black tears.