Mayukha A.R., Magnet High School
and bursts of explosion
that turn to days
The cold, biting air
matches their icy fingertips.
Tucked away in the sky with care,
the world melts across the sky.
A fox’s streaking red
shows itself, before hurrying away.
The collapsed ruins of the nearby shed,
come to mind.
It had been windy that day.
The sky storming, the world angry.
They were angry, too.
Marched out of the car
with barely controlled seething steps,
opened their umbrella in
protection from the battering rain.
Had eyes not been watching them,
they would have railed too.
Dropped the umbrella and
let the rain soak them
from head to toe.
But they did nothing.
Instead it was the shed that fell apart.
They were shocked,
when they saw what the storm had done.
Its doors, perpetually locked,
now tossed in with the shambles.
Sometimes, the colors are too much to bear.