Cinnamon Challenge

Some days are like
inhaling cinnamon
everything is choking

Some days are like
a broken pen
spluttered ink bleeding,
becoming gaping alleys,
little mouths

Some days you a
moth
a planet bound by a suns gaze
helpless in tides that wash
everything away

Some days you watch the chorus
- something fractures - 
you hear the crack and feel
it knit itself painfully back together

Some days
you are the song