A Study in Grey

by Shelby Dale DeWeese

Stacked books
exhale
swirls of dust.
Tiny house,
cluttered
clapboard-shuttered
windows, struck by

sleet.

Slate sheets
obfuscate.
Billows of
fog,
smog,
the skyline playing
hide-and-seek

in the morning.
The mist gasps as
a ghastly figure
claws
out of the
shadowy grim,
a graphite smudge
of matted curls
whispering
down
her pale back,

plastered in damp
shrouded
by misty
nothings
and hovering
on the fringe
of misery.