“her”
everything must exist on paper or i’ll lose the moment to sweeping waves of time
doubt takes hold of my memories like a layer of oil
then hardens into an outer shell
impossible to fracture
so i bury it away with the rest
a mass grave in my unconscious, contained, forgotten
if i could fit between the planks then i could drop beneath the floorboards
and fester where no one can find me
where my own poison can’t reach