Paper Ash

in a sad time,
i dreamed i was

Starving.

not the state, but
personified, a being,

i was tiny and weak,
a crying, hollow thing,
so delicate,

like paper ash beneath a finger

i’ve never been so sad
as that dream,
and it still haunts me,

though it’s been
six years.

please don’t let me be
hungry again.

©️ CG Tenpenny, 2020.