كلمات Scrape Wisdom

"This is what you owe the dead." Again and again. Tendons stretched and strangled. Face poured flesh from head. A Family's ties are mengled like mother falling out of dead. This is what I know: Blue faced efforts that fail to reveal the color of her shadow. My sense caught in a stone's throw and cleaner slates that keep track of all the baggage I tow. Scrape wisdom of the tomb. Early morning scars from masks shed in favor of never, or is it forever? A mourning lost to secrets I'll never erase.