Serpentile Storm

September 30, 2008
By Alexa Cassill, Kearny, NJ

Clouds slither silently, embracing the sky.
They grip the horizon so it cannot breathe.

Their prey of a valley is showered upon.
Crystal drops of venom slip from the edges
Of the hungry jaws to numb the land below.
Smoky gray fangs turn pearl white
Until another victim is chosen.


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