Memories
she walks into the flat nothing on her mind towards the bedroom
twilight’s tiger bars across the floor stop her reminding her of the time
evening coming and the room which in the morning was filled with air
now holds between its walls the scent of one gone not so long ago
a taint of medicine bottles and a year of suffering
it stops her raises the short hairs on the back of her neck
her small aunt now a scrabbling shadow of the past
something stirring
where nothing was
perhaps the mind