Lady Cliff and the Sea Sky

There.

Do you see that there?

The small wolf by the

jagged cliff.

The booming clouds overhead,

unsettling, like they could

swallow you and

snag you up into their

sinister journey.

The rays play red rover,

fighting to break through

the black, but I only see

a speck of white.

There.

Do you see her face?

Etched in that

craggy,

stepchild mountain.

Her neck has 

wilted to the side.

Her eyes like two

immaculate ruins of

one bomb, two 

bombs. Just black, black,

but though there is nothing,

you feel

it. The fear, the frenzy.

You hear it too.

Sharp, sharp as a knife,

your neck turns when 

you hear a 

shriek in the distance.

But the wolf is long gone

and the gray pierces

your sight.

She's here.

With her wolf,

her sky,

her home in the

rock.