A Something

The unfettered cry that wells up in a crowd unknowingly in a stealth
Tells her that her heart still breathes....
Still longs.... still gnaws.

She was a witness to the empowerment
That a weakling had inherited
From the blinking seasons of the storm
Rusty thoughts and gangrened emotions
Gave birth to weeping lilacs.
Power breathed through her skin
And out of the ashes rose the sparkling stream
Strewn with grinning skulls and finger nails.

Her feet-- as quick as a hiccup
Put all her hope in a promise that was never made
The manufactured memories melted into the crevices of time.

I count the days....and i count the stars.