(Copyright 2025 by Michael Walker)
I remember
That old cedar chest
In my parent's room
I would rifle though it
When they were away
It smelled like
The past
Deep and
Burgeoning
And it contained
Strange riches
Lace and feathers
With no real
History…
Also
My mother's
Wedding dress
Embedded in plastic
And a mink stole
With dead eyes
Devouring itself
Like
Ouroboros
Wonder
Whatever happened to it
And everything else
The cedar chest
Is a mystery
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felicity:
Excellent!
henrythevamp:
@felicity Thank you darling