Ashes of the soul

The laburnum sighed. 

Wind swayed the beads of gold. 

Vibrant strokes, the canvas holds. 

She breathes in ashes. 

Head buried, her knees sobbed. 

Questions on her grey walls, 

Posed, droplets in red. 

Ravenous eyes. 

Sneaks. Haunts. 

Bruises on her soul. 

Thumbprints on her skin. 

The crowd, no more seen. 

Flickering luminescence over the candles, 

Vanished. 

Blank, she stares. 

A step in the promising chaos. 

Or, one back in murk. 

Leaps ahead.