Ashes.

Ashes.


Hey little girl,
Are those the ashes of your world?
Hidden there in a shadow box,
Held so close to your heart?

Folded paper,
Like a twisted soul,
Burn and linger,
Like a map to your tender mind.

Nothing and numbness,
Settles in quickly,
Pacing over your eyes,
Crowding your subtle hands.

Hey little girl,
Are those the ashes of your world?
Hidden there in your shadow box,
Like a knife to your soul?