I’ve been sitting in the dark all day.
Blinds pulled cigarette black.
I let my mind wander and trickle through old memories:
The pure
The bleak
The dark ones twisted with pain.
All of them gathering in my skull
Pulling like winds before a storm
Whipping up the sediment
Where I’ve hidden the bones.
What will the winds drag up now?
It was all so neatly hidden.
I imagine them ivory white
And calcium leached.
The bones splayed out
Before me
Staring with
Empty eye sockets
And
Screaming accusations.
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