there is a
five eyed angler fish
staring down
at a shattered soul
lost in the shapes
of wispy gray
settled succinctly
over the silent city

the sudden
suffocation of a
storm threatening
in the stagnancy
of summer’s sin.

demons swirling
a bipolar hellscape
projected in a
mass of seething
clouds promising
no relief
just a tempestuous
yet vacuous stain
darkening the sky.