Melancholy Cloud

The FogShe squirms.
A nervous pulse runs through her back.
The nape of her neck she rubs.
It soothes her.
Temporarily.
She inhales.
A puff cloud of smoke forms surrounding her heart-shaped face.
She is able to hide behind a temporary cloak.
It’s only smoke.
It’s just a toke.
A sudden rush hits
And the calm ensues.
A nice feeling,
Though she knows it’s fleeting.
Mellow waters soothe the mind
Releasing from the daily grind
It is now safe to unwind 
The time, it passes so slowly. 
Still, she has learned.
Existing in this moment …
She appreciates this for just what it is. 
She exhales.
Her lips curled to form a small bow.
An oval cloud, like the one she visualized.
Once in person
Once in the mind’s eye
The fog becomes too much to bear. 
It conceals what used to be there. 
She finds no comfort in this scare. 
She screams.
But this is all inside of her head, so no one hears her. 
The silence is so loud. 
Hello, little cloud. 
She drifts. 
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About Maya

I like words like "labyrinthian," "kerfuffle," and "serendipitous" because they're mellifluous. I love poetry, pumpkin ales, sangria, long summer days, Fall foliage, going out of my way to step on crunchy leaves in October, live music, Jazz, Salsa dancing, theater, film (foreign and indie), the arts (myriad varieties), dance (in theory and practice) and any place where I can sit outdoors and take it all in.
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One Response to Melancholy Cloud

  1. mwgriffith says:

    This was enjoyable and unexpected. Thanks!

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