i crackle
swaying
in the errant
breeze
cellophane
left ignored
to fade away
stamped
with a dire
warning
left unread

woe to thee
that seeks
salvation
for only
the damned
may truly
know the joy
in roaming free

i crackle
the rain beats
along my
cellophane
soulstutter
collecting
in my many
wrinkles
left stagnant
by a lack of
forward
progression