They flood the sky
With their gracelessness
Like fat, white crocodiles
They swallow up the sun
And cry cold tears
On hot streets.
They loom in the distance;
Deceptive marshmallow fluff
Obscuring happiness,
Turning blue to grey
And glowing faces
Into dark shadows.
They take up all the space
Like black balloons:
I find them suffocating,
Cannot stand their opulence,
Their cold and calculated creeping.
They bruised the windows
Of my springtime
And left me bored and vacant
In the damp, white air.
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