Ashes and Dust

Sand engulfs my hand,

Sinking it farther in to the trap.

I choose not to bask here in the sun,

Wet tendrils of hair drying to my skin,

As the air whips at skin’s softness,

Burning and breaking the surface,

Exposing pain…

I wish to dive

Back into the water,

Swim away.

The clouds roll in like ashen arms,

Mingling with the sulfuric haze.

Breathing into longest lungs,

I want to break free and cry,

Cry for sweet release,

Not stare aimlessly

At towering mountain peaks

Imprisoning my lone form,

Afraid for my life,

That one breath

Might steal away my soul,

Leaving it to fly

On the breaking breeze,

Carrying it somewhere faraway

To burn and smoulder

To ashes and dust.

I pray the tide comes quickly.

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Author: Cynthia "Cyndi" Hilston

Cynthia Hilston is a thirty-something-year-old stay at home mom of three young kids, happily married. Writing has always been like another child to her. After twenty years of waltzing in the world of fan fiction, she finally stepped away to do her debut dance with original works of fiction. In her spare time – what spare time? – she devours books, watches Doctor Who and Game of Thrones, pets her orange kitty, looks at the stars, and dreams of what other stories she wishes to tell.  

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