a hoard of demons
claw at the crystalline shield
quickly erected
between fevered misery
and the wildflower pollen
drifting lazily
as the world has become
a mass of cramping pain
shivering
unable to find warmth
as sweat pours
in rivulets of palpable woe

there is a storm swirling
threatening to freeze
the city locked in panic
desperation howls
through wind chime dismay
as sickness spreads
oily tendrils deep within
an apathetic slick
in poetic splendors turned
sour with convulsive agony