Fifteenth

This is sacred ground,
where they hollowed out our insides,
and theirs,
where they vanished in thin air,
where we got to mixing and blending and blotting,
and running,
until we stopped,
for a seatbelt,
for things that were noticeable,
that were normal at first,
but noticeable,

I wanted to stop time and speed it up,
all in the same breath,
for the way it felt,
the way it weighed down on my chest,
and then the way I didn't want to betray them,
there were things to be done,
and said,

and held here,
and buried here,
in this,
on this sacred ground,

I just didn't know I'd have to say them aloud