Napowrimo Day 3
A prompt from NaPoWriMo.net.
Confessional
I have never been inside a confessional
which sounds like a confession of choice
a testament of some skeletal voice distancing itself
from vein and membrane and gash
I never meant to ravage anything
before returning to ash, I confess
perhaps my insides have been wrapped in cellophane
to keep the heat in for the long passage, or worse
I think I have never witnessed a sparrow
along time's arrow aching to fly in reverse
- Elizabeth
