Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Mikaela Castledine #326 Ruthless

I wonder about the word as I fill garbage bags
with fragments of lives
Ruth must be the one
who would be going back through my choices
retrieving worn handbags
single shoes
broken fans
pieces of dismantled lamps
little glass bowls with painted flowers
I push them down firmly
tie up the top

1 comment:

  1. lovely reflection and meditation, what conclusion to come to... that ruthless people like you could be gifted with a noble heart...???? !!


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