Dust

Written by: Kyle Carlson

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