You are blood and bones,
while I am but shadows in the light.
I am the dust of stars,
drifting in the space between your eyes.
Your shadows trails me,
a creature pulling on a frayed leash.
You ask when you will join me here?
Keep pulling, and you will see.
YOU ARE READING
Words From the Dead to the Living
Short StoryHow do the dead see the mortal world? (Companion to "Words From the Living to the Dead")