Excavate

brittle
and full
of dust,

 

my soul
is ancient—
bones,
buried deep
beneath.
 

waiting

 

to be discovered,
and here
you are,
the archaeologist.

 

curious
and searching,
you stumble upon
the compact
layers of minerals
that encase me

 

and carefully
excavate.

This poem is about: 
Me

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