Skin Like Sand Poem by Indigo Rose Christman

Look into
The face of fear
Dream upon it’s pillow
Lie awake
On a burning rainbow
Below the branches
Leaves long gone
Skeletal fingers
Sharp against the sky
Tearing holes
With murderous claws
In the blackened canvas
The only lights
Fading
Stars in space blinking out
Drops of blood
Fall like rain
Pouring from the wounds
Onto your face of ice
Upon your breast
With your shuddering heart
It drenches the fog
And shatters the rose
Precious pink dust
Swept away
Leaving only vines
Covered in thorns
To wrap around you
Bind you tight
To scrape against you
Tear away your safety
Melt your skin of sand
Your shining dust
Forever gone
As it falls away
Leaving you bare
Nude and raw
Exposed to the world
Awaiting judgement
A tiny pink babe
You are once again
As you look into the face of fear
Fall into his eyes
Surrender to his control
Get torn apart
By his wretched teeth
And dream upon his pillow