It
lurked behind your eyes,
green in the dying sunshine
and roiled a bruised-purple in
blue
canopic jars...
but there was never a knowledge
of what lay within you--
and the blood red pillow
sat
untroubled,
upon the floor....
covered with the golden seals
that no fingers can touch
save the
ripping....
and the heaviness caught into ourselves.
Author notes
Just a few images...this one came out of nowhere. Thanks for reading!
