Ashes

Ashes
by Rachelle Star

Raving waves that singe the skin,
breathe up ashes and untold sins,
smells of wood lit by a match,
dark clouds surround,

with the red serpent catching wind,
taking everything in its path,
leaving the remains of what has been,
screams twisted by the darkness within,

one hasn't left,
silience outbreaks over her dreams,
ashes has become her,

and no more words does she speak,
she's silent like the waves that consumed her.