umbrella

every day was the same
monotony had finally taken over everything
it had been inevitable
it had handed out warnings
but nobody listened
as is the nature of things
or at least the nature of people
but they have no real natures left
so rather
as is the constitution of people
the flora had perfected a constant state
between life and death
where wilted leaves and withdrawn roots
were the accepted norm
the fauna had evolved to a sustained condition
between wild and tame
where feeble senses and fixed snarls
were the adopted rule
people had taken to congregating inside
building fires and feeding empty souls
with faux necessary essences
their skin translucently pale
the streets were empty
millions of miles of sighing concrete
that could finally push and pull against itself at will
ripping giant fissures in itself so it could stretch at last
billions of glass panes still stretching upwards
fidgeted happily in the dirt and dust
that had ultimately been smattered upon their
once chemically gleaming faces
by the gray rains and shivering winds
but who’s to say they weren’t gleaming honestly now?
the sky cried and cried for everything they had done
heavy black and blue bruises hung between
the dull olive land and the forgotten final frontier
they had never bothered to find where it went
once the herds of clouds wandered overhead
and continued to multiply
it was always so dark
now that the sun refused to smile upon them
what was there to be happy about anyway?
it had better planets to attend to
planets that recognised where the center of the galaxy really was
so the atmosphere retracted
and rained
and rained
and kept everything wet and dreary
they didn’t deserve to be happy
they threw that away long ago
replacing the air with their own gases
drinking the oceans to the bottom
if anyone dared venture outside
they only had to breathe in their own concoction of toxins
and plunge into puddles of their waste
before they changed their mind about that excursion
but there’s always one
isn’t there?
she carried the quintessential black umbrella
wore the stereotypical black boots
wrapped herself tightly in the standard black coat
but she had vividly violet eyes
instead of the dim
lifeless gray all the others flaunted
and oh how they sparked when she glanced up
they flickered with old memories of colours
they remembered how bright the sky was
when it reflected off the water
and the swaying fields of emerald and daffodil
she gingerly stepped around the flooded rivulets
and avoided doorways crammed with people
empty of themselves
she sometimes peeked from beneath her parasol
to wink at the smoky tumultuous thunderheads
she knew
they knew she knew
but they didn’t know how she knew
because they couldn’t see below her umbrella
where she had painted her dreams
she had covered the dark manufactured underside
with the most brilliant indigos and sapphires
entirely from memory and faded polaroids
she daubed a shining sun near the middle
in radiant golds and flaxen lemons
and even stroked in a few milky mare’s tails
to break up all the blue
she collected light to put under her umbrella
she carried fresh cut grass in her pockets
and she tossed seeds to the birds
the world couldn’t get to her
because she had painted a bright blue sky inside

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