Dust In Dusk

Beauty.
Bones.
Hearts.
Homes.


Named as she roams. 
Free falling alone.
She suffers in thirst.
Gripping the relief of her torture tightly.


She's afraid of the night.
She vows to do what's right.


She's dying to stay.
Dying as she waits.
Even in sundown,
She fights for the day.


And she hopes, like dust, she isn't wisped away.