Anna Tea - Tonight

Tonight the loneliness is like cold black oil
Seeping slowly through the cracks and crevices of her heart

Without warmth it will turn hard
Turn to coal

Her hope is that one day
Some future anthropologist
Will dig and chisel and break apart
The heart
To find the primitive hieroglyphics,
the fossils of crustacean and fern,
And catalog the undeveloped embryo of dreams

Anna Tea

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