December 15, 2018

Somewhere In The Clouds

posted on: Thursday March 1, 2018

Smoke

Photo courtesy of wikia.com

by Dawyn Henriquez ’19

 

The smoke danced,

Curling into our minds and

Selling us paranoia for cents of sobriety

Like a vendor of beans labeled magic,

Giving us stalks through each pass.

 

After, all that remained was ash

Spread across the coffee table.

The snore of a giant

Lying on the couch the only sound

Cutting through the drizzle

Dripping outside my window.

 

And, as the blue before dawn

Peeked its head through the darkness,

 

I stood there

 

Watching

 

The rain filled sky

 

With cloud filled lungs.

 

So much depended

Upon

 

A late Monday

Night

 

Drowning

In air

 

Coughing up

Silence

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