Heather OC: Week 51 of 208

Spume

It is all contaminated memory, a Book

Of the Damned. Atrocities absorbed

And then disposed. A rise to the surface.

How Grief, once She forces Herself

In, never really leaves - has a, perhaps,

Less spectacular entrance each time

After that meet-cute. An owl

Lands on the fence post - late night-

And not out of place. Is the wound

Reopened worse than when it originally tore?