victims of the spectrum

the whole day was ravenous. the horizon wears clouds like a gunslinger, slinking low around it's hips. the storm slides into the ocean. water slides into water like skin slides into skin.

by the time it reaches our bodies we are clad in concrete and corrugated iron.

everything is preoccupied with growing. punget greens electrify gardens. we are victims of the spectrum, captured between torquises, pastels and greys.

the atmosphere envelops and claims me.
i become helpless in my restlessness.