I was a womb. Quiet. Pain woven throughout. In darkness holding the unspoken. A name. Doubt. It was not mine to birth, no...I was just a womb of silence.
Silent. That is the ash as it falls.
Silent harbinger of death.
A thousand tears and bone wracked sobs bound in a silent flake of ash.
Who wore black?
Who bowed the head?
None. There was none.
