Grandma's Soiled Sheets

time swallows us slowly. sweet candy skeletons laced with putrid marrow.

though hunger pays it no mind.

change hunts gradually. sharp claws scratch the surface. 

while underneath the tender meat remains. 

waiting turns sour. closed eyes forget how to see. 

the truth bangs its hammer. and all the nails slither into place.

there are no lies. only spoiled memories.

we wander. feasting on the distance. as lost threads its needle.

we search the edges.. toting baskets heavy with choices.

foolishly bargaining with the wolf. 

as if we're not already caught in his teeth.