even in good shoes
my achilles tendon aches
but I keep walking
Silence, Lost Sisters, Escape
seeking emptiness
and learning not to fear it
we lost our sisters in the forest
now they gather in the back,
their voices shrill and loud
they don’t seem to have aged
but we have
when did we trade the forest
for this dry museum?
where is the way out?
must we exit through the gift shop
or is there another doorway
we have yet to find?
