Smoke

She walks the shadows
beneath the moon
the ashes of the past
dropping silently as she goes
her glow the only illumination
invisibility shrouds
silence clouds her passing
what she knows
what she sees
chase with who she is
around in her brain
she haunts the shadows
and thrives in the still of the night

 

Author: April Wells
Published: January 17, 2017

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