ash

hands are numb

watching the ash flicker around me,

falling to the ground.

the red and yellow

shedding little light

on a broken smile.

why does cold associate with numb?

the raindrops so light,

they are barely noticed dripping down,

on a body so ready to give itself up.

melancholic music distracting one ear

while the other listens out for what fears are made of.

the presence of a ghost constantly felt but never quite noticed.

temptation dawns and it is hard to resist.

the others shouting for more to join.

blistering pain shoots through and a sigh of defeat escapes

the once whole mouth.

the collective disappointment of everyone is dropped,

left to sink into the ground,

decomposing in such a state that will last years.

leaving it's mark.

creating a wound that never quite heals.