You settled on me
like shadows on a sunny day
a gnawing unease
that I could not name
from which
I could not look away
my heart in ashes
now turned to dust
eyes full of lies
words painted rust
I dream of falling
as fall I must
as a fragile butterfly
in my wings I trust
© Ann Bagnall

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