From November, 2015

Skywhale

The grey clouds washed above her head producing the lightest hints of rain. She laid back into the cold earth to take fill of the pour. The articles of clothing soon became as one with the water that fell. Darker were the shades of colour that enveloped her. Her mouth slides open and tongue extended; tasting the freshly made earthen tears. The battered song of exhalement made real by the mist. Too full did her mouth become and yet close it she did not. The water overflowed and fell down her cheeks. Staring into the grey ocean before her, traveling…