colored fabric

covering skin but barely hiding

silky and breathless

bleeding truths

untold and pieces unknown

place over shapes creating messages

countdown until the time runs out

last grain of sand falls to the bottom

of the glass-

made by sand?

questions leading to answers

that give no satisfaction

fly away

white dots are taking me in

beckoning

into the darkness that is so beautiful

footprints embedded in the ground

always there, forever telling

red always comes to mind

followed by gray

filled with an ugly that destroys all hope

of following the footprints

leading to the darkness that is calling

always calling

shouting out to the red

drowned out by the gray

beauty becomes anything but

15 and counting

waiting for the last grain of sand

to fall

in placeā€¦