Sunday, 16 June 2019

Write-In 2019: 'Ashes to Ashes' by Amy Barnes

The cigarette singed her fingers.

She dropped it to avoid the pain.

And then drew her self portrait on the sidewalk.

The bottom of her shoe created face lines, shoulder, hair.

She drew her mother’s ghost.

In the mother-back-breaking crack.

And then watched her fade away. Ashes in the wind.

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