wrote this awhile ago. would love to hear feedback. any is appreciated. thanks!]
The sky paled in depression of
the clouds, pregnant with rain.
Gods threw their rumbled fury,
yet in the street danced Mary Jane.
To falling beats of water drums,
she snapped her feet in time.
Hips forward, pulled back in desire,
frozen pleasure, too quick for crime.
"Through shrouded rain comes light!"
but we rung our lungs in vain.
For our warnings died within the fog
as lightning struck Mary Jane.
