A goddess of the sky, she slept on the pillow clouds above the ocean horizon; sad, she was, and even more lonely as the sun set behind her and moon forbid her from talking to the stars. Her nights were spent curled small, her tears filled the smoke until they were ripe for storms and when she could not cry anymore, her feet paced to the shore; winds ripping up the sand and pulling at the trees. Rain battered the rooftops for hours, her fingers drumming in frustration until thunderclaps were forced from her lungs; painful exhales torn from her lungs. Nobody went untouched that night, bruises lined the surface of the earth and the white bordered roads.
(Source: my-dear-haphephobic-heart)
