As I scratched
The earth crumbled silently
Drifting away, free from the clasp
Of an unsparing grasp,
Like neutrons tearing from the nucleus, breaking from the mold
My sweaty palm grasped the earth,
the scenery blurred under the scorching heat.
The wind swept back my hair, and the grains fell and fell upon the grass
When finally – I touched it
My child’s eyes and child fingers stroked the smooth ebony,
clutching the leathery wood surrounding my secrets,
until they went red.
Burning my neck,
Horus cast his scorching gaze upon my blasphemy
For as we sat, innocent and pretty,
I had sworn never
To open the box.
The metal clicked, sharp as the blade in my heart
And the outpour was tremendous
screamed in my face,
As I found the results,
Of her demise, and my
by Emma Roux de Luze