Some Sun Quake

By Eliyana Abraham

Yellow buzzing, that’s it, yellow buzzing.

Yellow buzzing followed me around. Trees around me stood still and stoic, but yellow buzzing foraged its path not far behind mine. It drove me crazy.

It begrudgingly echoed, beneath the black skies, echoed bold, towards my brain. Yellow buzzing was fog, and it was floating around your feet.

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Painting by Grace Marion

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