Darkness will fall
and all our days gone
as cities and histories
will burn at the edge of days
that will not keep us from
slipping into the depravity
of a bloody abyss
filled like an endless pit
of futures forsaken,
forgotten
by the wind and the rain
unable to remember
our tears as we fall
and fall hard
crashing
Into the collected debris
of all unknown bones
lost among faceless fates
of the sleeping seasons
beneath us
dreaming as they
devour and shake us
like dust from the
feathered ghosts
of omens ignored
by the false hope
of tomorrow carried off
on heavy sullen wings

Words and Image by Debbie Berk
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*The image is actually a photo of the hair of one my little troll dolls, edited to look like painted flames or close enough
as I prefer using my own edited and unedited images with my work.