Morgue File
i am afraid of tears
afraid that they have no end, once started
they tell forgotten stories
that i choose to ignore
until i can't any longer
their tiny detonators
disrupt rivulets long forgotten
finding their way into the wash
pushing toward the surface
destroying dams
i thought wired into place
I am feeling the loneliness of the old. I think it has to do with more pain and less sleep lately. But today the tears started, and I don't know when they will stop.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015
