It sticks to every pore
it filters into every inhalation
it claws at every crevice
and lines every follicle that dares to sleep against the exfoliated skin of my arms and legs
the dust that coats me
as I lie, sunken before the sneering world, clawing onto your word.
Psalm 119 vs 25 – I am laid low in the dust; preserve my life according to your word.