P E T A L S flaking away from my soul, waking me up to the truth. Soiling the ground beneath it; carcasses fragile and hollow. D U S T blown away by the winds, feathering out of sight; the crust, silently creeping away, crowning the sadness I utter. §---~||~---~||~---~||~---~||~---~||~---~||~---~||~---§ A recollection of poems I made. Highest rank: #27 in Poetry August 3, 2016