Phoridae Poem by Laura Milner

Phoridae



Exhuming the past from an unburdened soil
Disturbing a surface that's been hardened by toil
Scuttle flies grow curious,
turn away from their bones
The roots are withered, broken
the reason unknown
Plagued with anxiety, frown lines deepen
the memory decayed, diluted... weakened

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