The fault lines in our hearts
Mimic the rubble of ancient cities
That have caved in on themselves
Due to the heavy weight of the earth
Of existing on a planet that sometimes
Shivers with heat and sorrow
True, tears of grief will create rivers
To wash away the dust and new
Stories will rise when the remnants
Have been removed in an orderly fashion
But we already know that
Freshly paved roads and unmarked buildings
Create space for the ghosts of
Everything that Came Before to do their bidding
Watching us as we sip coffee and mourn
The homes that couldn’t house us

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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