I loathe her decisions
I envy her happiness
Yet we are same blood that
I can’t make up my mind
to release her ashes to where they belong

I password lock them up
Make sure they are there
As they were
Everything in its place
Unmoved unchanged
Just covered
with lengthy white linen
Windows closed
in a dead girl’s room

The shoe box
From her last will
On my hand

Maybe I will reopen
Those yellowed paper
Or maybe
I will keep adding
More and more dead girls

For a future heir
To rediscover


4 thoughts on “Meow,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s