A Sky Painted Gold

by Laura Wood

My life feels too small for me now, like a dress that I have outgrown, cutting into me more and more uncomfortably every day.

My question cuts through the air as blunt as a butter knife.

Change is coming, I can feel it crackling in the air around me, and I know that I am dancing on the edge of something new and deliciously unknown.

There is something dark that sometimes flickers around the edges of this golden daydream

Instead they are dancing, leaning towards the music like plants towards sunlight.