Spittle
Playing jigsaw with the clouds
Spoiler they just make one giant cloud
i know i shouldn't be allowed
light reflected in the raindrops
on the window glass
like a fractal demon mask
frozen mist
hangs around frame
sheltering from the obsidian rain
puddles tremble
light scratches across the sky
cloud haloed for a sec
thunder grumbles
missed the chance again
never to meet
my friend
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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