Someday there’ll be holes in these walls
Where pictures of you once hung from thumbtacks
And the little squares of wall they used to take up
Will crumble and rot.
It’ll get darker than it’s ever been outside
And just like candle wicks
Our light will get too bright for our own bodies.
But after we sink down into the wax that we melted,
And our hollow bodies, ravaged by bright morning and birdsong-
They’ll dissolve.
Long after the wax dries,
That’s where we’ll stay.
And new walls will come up around our ashen bodies.
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.