Plaster

I stare at the night sky

Made from plaster, made by a skilled hand

Scraping

Scraping

Scrape scrape scrape

I admire the detail in contemplation

An unwitting blank canvas on the plateau above my head.

Genius.

However.

One day the surface will flake and fall and carpet the floor

Peel back the thin perfect layer and reveal the cigarette stained yellow underbelly.

I am the ceiling

You are the plaster

Thank you.