They swallowed her
diaphonous feathers of watery beads ascend from the earth;
rising heavily. they whirl into the sun's realm as she sits on her throne.
her polished fiery gold crown, twinkling in sparks of honey, glow
rings of waters rest her in their presence, her burning hands resting among
their cooled backs. screams of whimpering pain strum their numb vocal chords,
cries only their heart can hear. after all, they are mere vibrations.
she presses harder, and they groan in despair, drips
of sweet sweat, slip off their necks; carrying the weight of themselves
and her. the sky bystands close by, helplessly blanketing the Sun as she
drapes over the ignorant world. Of course they
don't see their pain, because in the end
she's the queen. no matter how mystical the clouds are, nor
how alluring the royal blue's sky is, she's the sun, the adored star,
the everything
this world depends on.
but today was different, the clouds guzzled the sun
engulfing her beautiful rays in their tiny stomachs. it scorches
their cramped intenstines, burning. but they hold it in, stretching their backs
their united cracks of each bone feel so satisfying. they devour
the once-blue sky, for not alleviating them, when they needed it most,
in their mouths. plunging it down their throat, it suffocates them
but they stow it away.
today, I finally saw the clouds swell to where one's eye could reach.
their each wave caught hearts; they're silvery shade, mesmerizing.
of course, I know, the day'll come and the Sun and sky will rule
above again, but for this breath,
I will dance under threads of water instead of sunlight,
because they swallowed her.
