Forgetting who we were,
To become who we are now.
Light pouring up,
Out,
From cracks in dry,
Dusty floorboards.
Pieces of old selves,
Fingernails clawing from below.
Can hear them.
Haunted pasts,
We cannot entomb well enough.
Fingers down to bloody stumps.
Irises peering up;
Between slats of wood.
Irises Peering Up; Between Slats Of Wood.
