Storm in Perspective

Some days, some lead lined days

the air is so thick I could hold it

and my chest collapses with the weight of it.

The sun is blotted out with greyscale clouds

and everything is the Wizard of Oz.

All sepia toned.

I have seen this movie before.

This storm bleeds way to colour

and whimsy.

I keep my feet apart.

I dare not think of home,

not for tonight.

Tomorrow bring the leash. Bring the ruby slippers and the big balloon.

Tonight the bricks are yellow, the city emerald.

Tonight I will befriend a Lion.

I will make myself whole.

- L.J. Moore