Artist: As Enemies Arise

A Shivering Voice

A mild breeze lifted the curtains.
The smoke entered my lungs.
Burned photographs escaped through the open windows into the night sky.
The flames couldn’t burn away my past, it only made my shadows leap higher.
And for a while it felt like every sound disappeared.
This world is not my own and
that will never change.
There is that breeze again, this time it took me away, my body felt lifted from
the surface. Too long too cowardice.
And that’s when I felt the arms around me. She pulled me back.