Ash

As they watched the ash fall down around everything they had once touched, their hearts began to tear. Everything they ever had was broken; everything they ever dreamed was gone. As they lay down in the middle of the road waiting for the world to envelope them, they silently prayed for nothing. And nothing in return they became.

Disappearing Brightness

They say she had never smiled more than she did that night. Her eyes glistened more than anyone had seen them. They all spoke to each other about how happy she seemed, happier than anyone had ever seen. They didn’t see her for months; they turned their questions to her whereabouts. She had been standing with them the entire time. Her glistening eyes no longer glistening, her smile sealed, tightly pressed together. As her happiness disappeared, so did she.

Building Walls

The builders came to rebuild the broken down walls today. I smiled at them and told them to build them tighter, stronger, “Make sure they never come down again”. As I watched each brick be placed into line again I couldn’t remember wanting them to fall down, but mostly I felt devastated they hadn’t stayed down for you.

Mirrors

Everywhere I turn a mirror finds me, reminds me, hates me, and changes me. Reflective surfaces line every space inside. No new feelings are evolved, only reflections, always reflections. Breathing in air of glass and weeds leaves nothing inside free, covered from head to toe in death, in darkness. Even in the glimpse of hope disappointment replicates again, I had wanted it to be different this time. Mirrors compile everything and as they pile high small cracks creep over everything. Everywhere I turn a mirror finds me, hides me, looses me, and disguises me.