i am a cloudburst away

fawning over

this intrusive

morning

squandering

golden claims

while remanded

by midnights

canicular hailstorm.

and that lingering feeling,

that trigger-breath

supernova

of augury,

dampens

my palms

and awakens

an erratic

fluttering,

disrupting

my darken

chambers

imperils me.

i gaze vacantly,

my heterochromia gaze

unflinching

to the electrodes

amplifying

the hum of white noise

as that moment-

that damning

strip of translucent image

projects itself

upon the quelling

atmosphere,

swathing me.

mockingly,

Glory's honor

illuminates

repurposing

my indifference,

immortalizing.

but i exist,

disappointing you

in a variety of silence.

under the acrid,

burnt odor,

i compress,

substandardly,

i condense

until malfunctioning,

exposing me to you.

©️Meg. October 31. 2021

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