Denouement
Objects set in motion:
spill the pages into the furnace,
run from the vertical force,
parse away the excess
until she is just
another
one of those
girls who doesn’t
talk about their past.
Go.
The words themselves
don’t matter
quite so much.
They wait for a wiser hand
to do the untangling.
Split between the two,
unpacking,
unencumbered,
open to the thought of fleeing.
A mother by virtue,
she will never be whole.
She is still tangled in the notion
of forever.
She waits by the door
long after it is suitable.
The moment she is gone,
the world goes up in flames.
Build a future
from the darkness.
Outside, there is light.
She forges her mettle
in the icy glare
of something not yet begun.
Spiral around the answer
until it pierces every vital organ.
She will not rest
until the job is complete.
Stay.
Watch as she slithers from beneath
the stone she came in on,
clinging with a desperate purchase
that cannot be named or bartered for.
This story is too precious for words.
The moment its ending is known,
the world goes up in flames.
Michelle Fisher can be found at natureorcreation.tumblr.com.
