Dust

Particles of minds Souls Hearts Lives Descend like soft rain upon my windowsill and ignite in the rays of the sun Layer after layer stack the flakes of dead skin Dead air Dead worlds Death’s shavings Dust Dancing through the atmosphere and crawling in my breath. Reposing at the pit of my lungs Ruins of history within me Within you Earth’s fallen flesh will forever remain amassed upon the windowsill At the pane of glass looking out onto the future And our generation will live on in the dust