unfinished spacesboxes of memories, incomplete thoughts, unfinished sentences
portals into past lives, untended flames, outdated fashion
things I cannot bear to part with and I dare not open
echoes muted by cardboard and plastic bindings, displacing air
ill-used portion of my personal space, and yet
if I stare, they turn ashen, silhouetted forest fading in fog
Posted in Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads for Flash 55 Words.