Whispers in her ear wrap around her mind like a serpent and rattle in her ears until she cannot breathe.
come with me
Hairs across the plains of her skin lift and let loose flakes of freckles and dandruff like dandy lions in the wind.
the voice shivers
come with me.
Bones curl and stretch at her sore and aged feet, lifting her across the ground gliding out towards the cold night.
The crisp air greets her porcelain cheeks and cracks mistakes and regrets under her eyelids already damp from the stars soft shine.
hollow chest beating
Brick and mortar rest,
sharp weapons in dirty hands,
and she’s repairing broken walls she doesn’t remember building.
But something, something moves
Moving in with dark tides,
the moon pulls closer,
and she’s afraid it won’t like what it sees.
It isn’t pretty she screams.
The grey grit of binding sand drips from the rusted silver shield in her hand as she stands in the harsh fall winds.
Hair tossed in her eyes while she hides past lies choking on the words she cries
She’s begging for it to stop.
Each step falls hard,
lead pen to a page,
gripping her chain,
watching hearts break,
Clouds move over head,
with air chilled cold as her heart, surrounding them, engulfing them.
I warned you, she sighs,
And the tools–weapons–shields,