UntuitionHard to follow


I am an ossuary
For the skulls and bones
Who’ve seen my insides raw

I can envelop and expand
To hold imprints of loved ones past
For unloved familiar faces
For warm strangers
It is now baggage of my own

Imprints of film and life
That I feel I’ve lived

But now these imprints cause spills.

Spills of words that have been said
Spills of battles fought and spoils in war