Moving Statue

Before I knew it, I was
hugging you for the last
time. Wishes
dissolved into blaring silence.
My blood hydrated
cement in my limbs
as my soul hit the floor.
I drifted through a photo
album that day. I don’t know
if for you or for me.
Posed pictures with plastered
smiles, sitting on our semi-circular
sofa. Lively pictures with spirited laughs
sealed with steam from pots of food. Empty
slots in the final pages.
Memories of what was
warmed to a boil.
I am dragging my toes
into a future, filled
with concrete.

ABOUT

Ariya Bandy is a writer of poetry and fiction who loves to surround herself with many types of literature. Her work appears in The Creative Zine and elsewhere. You can find her on Instagram and Twitter.