Dismal flat of dust and bone,
Littered oasis where two paths greeted
An unwelcomed change
A searing pain breached my skin just below my wrist
The scorching metal of the cuffs and links
Apparently only I could see.
I found myself. A solitary suicidal sensation
Gravel stuck to the leathered skin of my knee caps
Browned grass and melted tar clung to the lace of my gown
Pearls and sterling silver
Rings and rings upon things
Potpourri of unearthed roses
Filled my veins with the grasp of time
How the years and miles passed
Familiarity so distant
My youth still present and yet nowhere to be found
Lost in the dust storm that
I watched through the kitchen window
The hot porcelain slipped from my fingers
Soundlessly bursting into white fragments at my feet
Like dry bones