Ashen Crumble

ASHEN CRUMBLE Shores crushed by dawn Disturb not the earth dragon’s sleeping twin sister demon from her slumber Scars run from the insides of the elbows to the wrists Torn by shards of broken glass from a mirror older than age Step out into the sun, teary eyes no matter the sleep Pleasant dreams of darkness, and fog, and rain, and trees, and cold, and silence Grasping at emptiness that once filled the void Swept away, translucent wings of flies Thirst, unquenched Hunger, a distraction Sleep, an escape Good, morning