identify me

her feet don't touch the ground,

footsteps settling

dandruff fluff of foot-deep ash

that coats her toes,

the outlines blurring under the

soft, soft grey-white

step, step

softly

when she walks, the sky

is empty

and the wind that tugs her hair

sends drifting pieces spiralling

slow motion

in the hazy

soft, soft

landing at her feet

her toes are coated

and she can see the blurred flecks of ash

in her eyelashes

clogging her tear ducts when she

blinks

the fuzzy feeling

drowning everything

until she wonders if

she's come apart

does she exist?

beneath the ash there's nothing

left that she can

see beneath

the empty

cloudy

foggy

blurry

she's come apart and

drifting on the wind

she wonders

was I ever here?

based on 'the pieces of who i am' by Luthien

https://theprose.com/post/359107/the-pieces-of-who-i-am