Ashes

One day, I want to be as strong as my shadow;

waking up, running,

falling asleep, dreaming.

Made from muscled arms and soft angles. 

We manifest our fear in our hands, as physical things; sometimes it pricks at our skin and leaves marks, sometimes it results in stiff fingers, cracking from a stiffened clench.

Awakening to days whose foggy mornings 

bow to the dark hoofs of the midnight horse. 

Covering myself in thick blankets, attempting to 

divert the cold that