Literature
between the devil and the deep blue sea
Plunging, roiling gray above -
A veil drawn across the
Heavens' grief, and heathens
Chant fervently to the
Thunderbeat.
A quickening pulse.
Tantalizingly close was
Salvation (Wait a little
Longer, it'll be over soon).
An arc of polarizing blue
Snaps blindly through;
The clouds can feel that
They're on fire inside,
Flames threatening to
Burn them alive and the
Only thing that can save
Them is the very water
They're built of.
Riotous winds pick up
Forgetting to let go.
Immersed in her mind, she places a
Clammy palm on her cheek; these days
She feels like cumulonimbus,
Dense and sculpted by invisible
Fingers (a griping choke-hold,
But