Of Ash

I sink to my knees

and bury my hands in the earth

lifting the fine, dry soil

and letting it slip

through my fingers.

I twirl a fallen tree branch

like a baton

until I fly to my feet and scream

and fling it from me

in a fit of horror,

because for a moment

I wished it was a stone

and the Earth

only ash.

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Okay, thanks for reading! This is something I wrote a few months ago, so don't read it too critically. A lot of my poetry and some of my short stories involve fire because, out of the four elements, I much prefer water over any of the others and so fire is kind of scary for me... Anyways, I hope you liked it!