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The Overflow
November 1, 2018
An ominous, grey sheet
Canvases the sky
Shaking, rumbling, quacking
Attempting to hold back
The heavy rain
He knows his cold, callous droplets
Hurt like bullets
Against a mortal’s skin
But it hurts him
To stretch his soft, wispy skin
among its limits
It explodes
Like a stubborn, strong, stench that steals the room
Like a balloon that was filled with too much air
And the deceitful, dangerous, demonic downpour will touch
The mortals skin he tried
So desperately to save
And to believe
That he was once a blue sky
That was crisp, clean and calm
Before he mopped up heavy rocks
© Nikki C., Phoenix, AZ
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I wrote this one night when I felt like I would explode. I later shared it with my creative writing class.