Breath of Naked Ashes

One sullen sunless sky is having its moment, leads the rush of a streak of light tracking down the fragility of flowery scenery. It wipes off beautiful jazzy garden, smashes the walls of polished cozy shelter, ripped off stylish apparels.

In ones’ birthday suit,
gasping for transience of all cosmetic presences,
the air is sucked out, for the price of forever.

it was they were, it is they are and perpetually it will be they will be
…breath of naked ashes.