”ONLY ASHES” by elipa
Years I’ve waited. When you left to join the Achaean forces on their first expedition to Troy to save a woman whose face launched a thousand ships and a thousand killer spears, I waited. When you joined Suleiman II’s army to maintain the Ottoman Empire throughout the Persian frontier, I waited. You took on the Incan Empire at Cajamarca with Francisco Pizarro and opened South America’s doors to Spain; I waited. The French Revolution erupted in 1789 and you spent decades alongside Napoleon achieving victories and valiance, and I waited. You groaned upon Maryland’s fields in the battle of Antietam, the reddest day in American history, and still I waited. When you rallied against the German Nazis on the Eastern Front and spilt your blood in the Volga River, I was waiting for you.
My eyes have grown blind from the brilliancy of the suns they’ve seen—so many suns, too many suns; empty, lonely suns. My skin has crinkled without the smoothing of your caress, become black and brittle. Hands that have worked tirelessly, rejecting any other, have rusted and can pluck no more thistles that float away to find you. My hair has escaped, grasped in the claws of an endless wind. Time bites pieces of me, carries them over space and time, and drizzles you with those flakes: snow, rain, ash. You gaze up at the bleeding sky and think of me.
My eyes have grown blind from the brilliancy of the suns they’ve seen—so many suns, too many suns; empty, lonely suns. My skin has crinkled without the smoothing of your caress, become black and brittle. Hands that have worked tirelessly, rejecting any other, have rusted and can pluck no more thistles that float away to find you. My hair has escaped, grasped in the claws of an endless wind. Time bites pieces of me, carries them over space and time, and drizzles you with those flakes: snow, rain, ash. You gaze up at the bleeding sky and think of me.
"Angreek87"
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