SKYBOMB

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
FEEL THE ANGER

Submitted: September 05, 2019

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At first nothing, only cirrus wisps in the upper ocean,

 

A second spring is coming, pure white clouds in bloom.

 

The air warms under the light of Ra, cumulus rises,

 

Cotton candy dripping with venom, near the horizon.

 

As it reaches towards the heavens, metamorphosis occurs,

 

Hitting the stratosphere its head flattens, in the shape of an anvil.

 

The visage is empty no more, now covered by cumulonimbus,

 

Roaring clouds shatter eardrums, a gun without a silencer.

 

The fresh breeze rapidly intensifies, becoming a whole gale,

 

Trees sway back and forth, dancing to the violent discordant melody.

 

Midnight at noon, darkness overtakes the earth, a natural manifest destiny,

 

Electricity flying through the air, the afternoon night illuminated briefly.

 

From drizzle to cloudburst, flash forwarding past the teenage years,

 

Feel the anger of the Earth itself as Judge, Jury and Executioner.

 

Nothing to do but wait, until the downdraft suffocates the anger,

 

Pray the storm isn’t super on the cellular level, and hope to see the stars.

 

As the Earth cools, the superheated air falls from Heaven with Lucifer,

 

Death comes as quickly as life, the cloudburst fades into a drizzle.

 

Ra returns, ending the violent storm akin to the crimson scar on Jupiter,

 

In the aftermath in the atmosphere, it looks as though a bomb went off.

 


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