In The Crannies Of The Mind

Fears and regrets

Whisper in my ear,

Settle as dust,

Cover untouched surfaces and gather slowly

Until one day

They are swept by a curious finger

Joined to make a small length of fluff

That is soft and coffin-wood grainy;

The forgotten shroud wrapped around wishes that will never see daylight

Is gathered with a pinch,

And thrown out of its resting place

A corpse of faded memory.

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