#35

A disorienting dream of an exhumation, unearthing a love unmatched. Photographs, polaroids of leathery, sunken skin the color of earth. Skin dusty and disturbed in the midst of its transformation back to that which it once was. Papery eyelids, yellowed teeth. The exposed reminder passed among friends and family and strangers alike, wounds thought healed ripped open, fresh and red and coppery. All forgotten with the chime of an alarm, only to be remembered again in waking with the wiping of eyes wet with sadness.