hunched, hiding
not intentionally, but out of sight all the same.
Shy? Nervous.
so when they looked back through the albums,
it was as though she’d never been there at all.
Like cool water,
she
Slipped
away…
But readily forgettable doesn’t equal not present,
Not in this universe-
not in her mind.
She had been there,
all this time.
She knew it, felt the memories,
nestled, stirring. warm, fluttering wings, deep golden scales;
she coddled them up and held them close to her heart,
Another beat against her own.
they branded her and burned her.
Left scratches and scars, but not all bad.
tiny, cooing fragments of laughter, of
Deep thoughts.
echoes down a
Long expanse.
her mind.
She held on for a moment more,
then Tucked them away,
And set off, into the bright morn day.
whole - purified -
leaving no trace of her existence behind.
this was how she walked through life,
… But i will not.