The Skeleton Sky
3-7-7

Today I stood upon a city.
Below me was of no concern, and for the moment - it did not exist.
My eyes were fixed skyward.
The blue heavens held thin cloud striations - crisscrossing with a secret logic known only to the tallest of hurricanes.
I breathed deep, my earthly tensions left far below.
Slowly I began to rise, drifting...
Then I saw it.
It was bashful. No...it was ashamed, yes that was it.
It reminded me of the concentration camps of World War two.
Skeletal souls.
Hopeless gazes.
The clouds formed a ribcage of a figure hunched-over, consoling itself. A massive spine stretched from city to sea, and atop it sat a face hiding itself behind an azure shoulder of blue.
I couldn't stop looking.
Gentle and slow - winds forced it from reality, but never from memory.