JixiFox

It’s far past

Just whispers,

a cracked voice in my chest

reminding me of choices,

of doors I slammed shut,

and windows I never dared to open.

But I don’t live there anymore.

I visit, like a ghost haunting itself,

learning from the ruins,

salvaging pieces of myself from ashes.

The far past tried to bury me,

Jixi Fox 🦊