THE DAWN CALLS
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
Head on pillow
Not wanting to open her eyes
Sun so yellow
Time to see the dawn rise
Crystal tears
Salted rocks
To face her fears
Stomach in knots
Empty perfume bottles lay around
Forgotten clothes on the ground
In her house
Not a sound
The silence sliced through
Distant howls from a hound
Tick tick tick
Her clock struck time
What killed her heart
Hurt her mind
Reluctantly she rose
Having to force herself to pick her clothes
To show the world
That she was pure gold
But inside she was bones of tin
A secret deep within
© Fiona Cummings
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