All the parts of me gather
in a narrow room with color-shifting walls
and dirt floors –
pillager and prey
all take in the evidence
Have we been here before?
does it take a lie to decompose?
I carry stones with angry arms
looking over my shoulder expecting (fearing)
to be overthrown.
Only parts of us will survive
One hand won’t tell
what the other did, but bones take longer
to disappear, and won’t leave me