a journal of fantastical poetry

Where Secrets Are Placed

by Virginia M. Mohlere

I am the girl
who found the bones
in the snow
next to the blue, cracked pieces of shell.

I am the girl
who cupped those bones
in red mittens
next to the nest at the base of the pine.

fragile as thought.

as quiet
as the snow they laid on.

You can place your secrets
into the hollow spaces
(honeycomb caves)
of a fetal bird's tibia.

Then your secrets live
inside the death of flight.

December 29th, 2015

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