the sky is cloudy the day i lose color
not ominous, just dismal
not plot-worthy, just grey
it sees my whirlpool soul and
leeches into my bones to hitch a ride
the afternoon turns sunny as i
turn grey
not dismal, but ominous
just grey, not plot-worthy because
the warning lights have been disabled
disaster brews with none the wiser
the sky is beautiful
and i am grey