These hills feel colorless
the silence over them eerie
as though at any moment the screams will start
and so too the laughter
of those who seek out shadows
At the mouth of a cave lies ash and bone
remnants of a call to witness
what walks in the night
and crawls in the light of day
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Are you superstitious? If so, about what?
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The Light is On 
4 responses to “Witness Ash”
I am spellbound by the darkness of the soul in these words. Sparse, dusty, hung out. I want to find a light sprinkler of something to say it is ok, to offer hope that is not empty.
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I like the “laughter of those who seek out shadows!” Superstitious here about… everything and taking away any negative energy powers of words by knocking on wood three times and throwing invisible salt over my shoulder. Thank you for posting and for the audio
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Thanks for reading and listening (: I also do the knocking on wood thing. Pretty sure it’s a deeply ingrained habit at this point. Cheers!
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Wonderful poem. I’m superstitious about the number 13; I don’t like reading this number anywhere. I also knock on wood.
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