A fist full of grey

A fist full of grey

Ash and crimson

Waste away

Away

In memories deep

Trickle, seep, trickle

Tangled webs

Of three a.m.’s

Twisted, tousled wreaths

Writhe

A shimmer, a hail

A fist

Full of grey

A moment, breath

Swept away

A day

September

A slash

Crimson and ash

Swells

In days

Wasted away

~ Judith Vaddi