The Bones Beneath
Tonight I am laying to rest all the things I could’ve been.
Tonight I am burying their bones beneath tilled earth and rising to brush the grave soil from my skin to kiss their ghosts goodbye.
I am letting the white-silver wisps of them slip through my fingers because this time, I understand the past and the dead are gone.
Tonight I am watching flowers bloom in a garden of bones.
Tonight I am waking all the things I can become.