They swallowed her

diaphonous feathers of watery beads ascend from the earth;

rising heavily. they whirl into the sun's realm as she sits on her throne.

her polished fiery gold crown, twinkling in sparks of honey, glow

rings of waters rest her in their presence, her burning hands resting among

their cooled backs. screams of whimpering pain strum their numb vocal chords,

cries only their heart can hear. after all, they are mere vibrations.

she presses harder, and they groan in despair, drips

of sweet sweat, slip off their necks; carrying the weight of themselves

and her. the sky bystands close by, helplessly blanketing the Sun as she

drapes over the ignorant world. Of course they

don't see their pain, because in the end

she's the queen. no matter how mystical the clouds are, nor

how alluring the royal blue's sky is, she's the sun, the adored star,

the everything

this world depends on.

but today was different, the clouds guzzled the sun

engulfing her beautiful rays in their tiny stomachs. it scorches

their cramped intenstines, burning. but they hold it in, stretching their backs

their united cracks of each bone feel so satisfying. they devour

the once-blue sky, for not alleviating them, when they needed it most,

in their mouths. plunging it down their throat, it suffocates them

but they stow it away.

today, I finally saw the clouds swell to where one's eye could reach.

their each wave caught hearts; they're silvery shade, mesmerizing.

of course, I know, the day'll come and the Sun and sky will rule

above again, but for this breath,

I will dance under threads of water instead of sunlight,

because they swallowed her.