Erratum

Erratum Dedicated to the women and children at war. Room unlit, sshe graps the familiarityy in blackness, as herr eyes slowly adapt to reach the siill and peek out the window, the daark is deeper outside, the thin glass betweenn her and the dark got thickeer, awaits the falling ash from a mill neearby, begins counting, starts with an odd for her lips got tiredd of murmuring even, her pace becomes fasster and faster, digits piling up followed by three dots and a flatline, can't hhold of it much steps backward, found the edge of thee bed, and lets the weight of her body fall flat on the mattress, delliberately and intensed, still her eyes fixed at the window, the "ppouring" halted, the ashes from where it fell gather turned flesh, rises and clings at the pane like silhouette of hands, big and small, like footsteps imprinted on grey slates that in one stroke will return to ash, thoughts begin to baffle her, where are they going now?