Halls of the Dark Muse

From Dust Reborn

I gather myself up
from the collected dust;

coils ready to spring:
anticipating the moment

in
a
drop
of
sweat

My liquid eyes
dripping
with regret
beneath stilted blinds
among fallen debris;

While preparing myself
to rise up
from
the
smothering
ash

so long kept
in
suffocation

Wipe the cobwebs
from my eye lash
and stand
beneath
the
beams

from the
ruins
of my
cracked
veneer

seeing slivers
of
myself

fall
away....

I stood
chafed
in new
skin!