disintegration

a gentle breeze blows in from the east, the winds of the Sahara. she has stood, frozen in time. but as the winds pick up, a sand storm erupts. the beads of time blowing in her direction, causing tiny, microscopic tears in the facade that she has created. fragments of her now missing, taken apart by the subtle destructive powers of the dusty air. someday she too will move with the gale. when the grains of the earth have penetrated her exterior, causing her soul to become porous, taking her apart piece by piece, until she is no more.