September 23, 2018

Somewhere In The Clouds

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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