Dust or Close to

I wind into the night
like smoke trails dancing
upward after a fire.
A clean night. Shadows cast.
Wouldn’t it be something to pass
& become a star. Glow
like a little fairy.
Watch the world spin tiny
as a blue green marble.
Maybe death never was dark
& death & dark collide
in fear of the moment.
A split second.
When the lights
go out.


Sarah Schaff is an emerging writer from Boise, Idaho. She has previously been published in Juke Joint Mag.

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