Pre-Script: This post to be read as the song, "Shadowfeet," #12 on the playlist, plays in the background. Go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...)(...still waiting...)
with my hands I have dug up the remains that remained long after us
just beneath the soil of a perfect place-
the decaying flesh I buried so long ago
(I couldn't bear the stench)
had all been eaten away to bone white
and it sat there,
in the middle of a hole in the soil that was once only good
for growing laughter no one else could hear
(I couldn't hear from so much laughter in that place, do you remember that?)
I started digging from a memory in the middle
of the perfect place
where we once lived--
all that remained were the sparkling bones.
-XOXO,
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