Time capsule
Little tin womb
asleep beneath the forest floor
insides scrunched in scrolls,
and paper slips like sycamores.
cat-like
on your back
Plump as a loaf
and quiet as Pluto
Bearing aspen images
of gleaming smiles
and dead aunts
with forgotten names
Lost to time
just like you.
memory morgue.
Ready to be peeled open
like an egg.
By some bright-eyed historian.
Spilling your polaroid guts out
over a counter-top,
your paper genome.
Risen from the earth
The Urn Child
Resurrected
Performing
what your
photograph
friends
cannot
- © Sebastian Brooks 2023
Sebastian Brooks is a 15 year old student and aspiring writer based on England’s Southern Coast.
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