I know a girl who keeps the rest of the world
At arm’s distance
Protecting herself from past wounds
That throb behind stone walls
Painstakingly erected
With bloody fingers
-The ache comes still

Memory is jagged
Painfully sharp

She wraps herself
Tighter
in stone
She thinks she is safe
Trading the possibility of danger
For a tomb
Who will remember this girl?
No one can
No one will.