After

The soil is broken

The pretty box unburied

The lid pried open.

With wings her memories take flight

Soaring to heights just beyond her reach.

She jumps into the air, following after her past

Fingers grasping, chasing each agonizing recollection until she can collect them all in her hands

Cupping her dirty childhood between her palms.

She becomes a bright light

That plummets to earth

And shatters like a teacup

That can never come back together again.