She knelt among the cooled embers her skirts settled into the ash
Splayed fingers sifting through the charred detritus of her life
Sifting and searching for even a small object that said she had been here
She held her hands before her palms up, stained black and gray, ashy
She turned them palms down, broken fragmented nails, underlined in black
Tears made snail trails down her gray dusted face, wiping them away with ash covered hands it appeared she had finger painted charcoal makeup
on her once perfectly painted face
Splayed fingers sifting through the charred detritus of her life
Sifting and searching for even a small object that said she had been here
She held her hands before her palms up, stained black and gray, ashy
She turned them palms down, broken fragmented nails, underlined in black
Tears made snail trails down her gray dusted face, wiping them away with ash covered hands it appeared she had finger painted charcoal makeup
on her once perfectly painted face
She stands slowly and moves the ash around with here bare toes
once pink tipped, dainty, the silver toe ring still there on her second toe
scarcely visible beneath the filth
Her lips move for the first time in days, foreign reflex, overlooked so soon
A smile changes the plains of her face, no pink or red tinted lips today
She had been here superficially, allowing others to dress her up
and pull her strings, marionette she danced for them
She found herself in the ashes of that detritus and knew she existed
(C) victoria ramsey
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