Antiques

"Antiques" My words have finally seemed to dissolve away from me like fizz in water, dissipating into almost nothing, like it was never even there. My thoughts have become memory and my feelings like scars that have almost faded away into the rest of my skin. It's all safe now, all those things I used to think tucked away

undeneath

all my other things, far away and

back behind the separation of time. They are now just intricate antiques to look at, to only be placed safely back on the shelf as I move from piece to piece and aisle to aisle.