It's Still Life

In the Skin of Ancestors

When he died, she was
a field of grief.
It ploughed at her edges
and into her crevices.
Fit purpose for pouring salt
into the depths of murmurs,
just so she’d feel alive.

How could one passing moment
leave a person so eternally bruised.

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