image it must be time for lunch now by frances woodman
time stands still
of forgotten moments
between shards of splintered glass and grit
tarnished and rusted with mildew
unretrieved pieces of life
once so important slip and slide into creases
leached away through pores and lashes
to be twisted and turned
over and over
but all emotions
hidden deep below
are but a fragile shimmer
soon covered in dust.
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