Ancient Histories

Time picked my bones clean of you and 
the anger in my flesh rotted away, leaving
nothing but the facts of our existence.

Fact #1:
Fissures in my heart
serve as the thumbprints you left
when you mentioned love. 

Fact #2:
I made myself small 
for the sake of your comfort, 
to soothe your envy. 

Fact #3:
It's unfortunate 
Timing and Context chose not
to consent to us. 

When I'm unearthed they'll discover, 
the quiet grinning skull of a woman who 
refused to die before she was done loving.