10-11

i never looked up
up into the sky
didn’t find an interest
trying to decipher the stars
when my sign showed up
i could never recognize
mercury in retrograde
the milky way was just a haze
but i would never subscribe
to the lies of a scorpio
falling over my field of view
poisoning my blood
until the change of the tides
comes up and moves me
to the other side
taking me up in the morning
where your skin can hide
but the sting always resides