Coat My Skin in Ash
Ashes rise and fall
filling the sky with nothing but specs of black.
The air choked with memories of the past,
things that marked who we were now floating bits and pieces.
Flits of the flame that burnt down that past,
desire and need to explore further.
Do not lose yourself in the fire my child.
Rub the ashes upon your face,
swallow them whole,
let them be a part of yourself.
Mark you with all the beauty and wreckage a past carries,
let the fire push you forward.
Flits of orange flame, black ash,
and promises of astonishing opal skies on the other side
driving you on to the future.
more by JENNER PAULSON
photography by Sander Smeekes
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