#2

An insatiable grey. Dragging, scraping its long grey fingers along the skin of everything. Dulling, infecting all it touches with lack of saturation. A day-long rain, soaking everything, permeating into everything. All the cracks and holes you didn’t know were there. An impending chill. A fingernail moon. First against a backdrop of black, then the mirror image against a backdrop of deep blue. Smiling its symmetrical smile. A tree, its leaves a blazing blood red, the cyclical death throes of a silent giant. It weeps and blankets the ground with its suffering, soon to cry as the crackling under shoes.