gunmetal sky

excessively green, screeching edge of chill and dampness swallows one whole while angry thunder mutters along the horizon, just a smattering of patteringrain. the distinctive tang of rotting wood, a whip-crack of lightning carves a cruel, gunmetal sky. the too sweet scent of russian olive blooms pushes me to nausea. my depression has been overfed. ©tlp 2010