2024-07-28

To Grieve What Could Be Called A Compartmented Box

An empty shell of a former home——
When the ornaments were taken away, we discovered they had maliciously been hiding our dead skin and hair,
Our nails from fingers and toes.
Shame no one will ever know.

And they can wipe and sweep, scrub and scrub,
But there are gaps and eaves that we have snuck within, where they will never ever find us.
We, amnesiacs hereof,
Rest in the cruc’ble of love.

We, holy ash and venerable dust.