Daymare51

They walk hand in hand through the long cool grass. A child, warm and tan, in a clean white dress. A woman of height pale skin and black cloak watched her skip with light while she moved like smoke. But heavy with years and her body spent long since she felt fear. The child's innocence numb to the world's chill, skips among the still.

The east, rises in a determined red, to face another day, pushing the sky to new summits then softly fall  over an indifferent horizon. An exhausted pink drowns in blackness. Will it rise again?

I don’t know what to do. What action to take. How to react, or what even to say as everything crumbles and  blows away. All I know disappears between my fingers To protect myself  I build a wall  keeping everything in  and everything out. I lose what was left to the chaos.