Scream Poem by Shane Markie

The midday sky in my neighborhood is grey.

All the houses on my street in my neighborhood are grey.

The cars in my neighborhood parked next to the grey houses on my street are grey.

The people who live in the grey houses on my street with the grey cars parked next to them in the middle of the grey street in the middle of this grey day are grey, with grey eyes, grey hair, grey stares everywhere as they stumble down the porch stairs into seas of grey.