The Weight of Echoes

 Tripping over pretence.

– Pretence.

Running on fumes, a final cadence.

– Echo.

Spitting up cracked nails varnished.

– Tarnished.

Offers of pleasurable vengeance.

– Conscience.

Turmoil burns in quiet rage.

– Veins.

Earth opens up underfoot.

– Destitute.

Watching seasons unravel.

– Survival.

Faces fade into shadows.

– Hallows.

Reality bends with years.

– Seared.

Echoes howl through barren trees.

– Seize.

Scarlet secrets distort figures.

– Rigors.

A mother cries out for solace.

– Witness.

Gasps trace the edges of screams.

– Dreams.

Blood fertilises the dirt beneath.

– Complete.

New life whispers though buried deep.

– Please.

Darkness consumes the last breath of day.

– Fray.

Trembling hands in the wake of penance.

– Violence.

Stardust rises weary from forgotten fields.

– Yield.

The moon lights the vigil from above.

– Unglove.

Flesh withers like fallen lilies.

– Frailties.

Bones crash in the distance.

– Rubble.

Crimson carves its way through stone.

– Groan.

Fireflies blink out in the dark.

– Stark.

Ash falls like snow upon the earth.

– Birth.